MOON - THE H.O.S.T.

An empty room in empty corridor

Looking through the window

She sees bodies on the floor

The rain is pouring, outside it’s frozen cold

She’s only seventeen but she feels so old

She’s hiding, ooh she’s hiding

She is running away from her past

She cries everyday she thinks it will be her last

She tries to howl at the moon to find any help

She hids under blankets on her corner bed

Tomorrow she might be dead

If she can sleep she dreams about herself

Covered in blood, she can barely catch her breath

Then she wakes up and tries to find the light

But all she could see was her eyes ridden on fright