I introduce what makes me scared A letter that was never sent Feeling piercing grasp of night Absent perception of light The heat being raised bit by bit Hard to notice or understand Small steps eventually had been done How would you name what we've become? I'm straying in the misty moon And passing the point of no return At midnight in the month of June As nothing will remain the same I introduced what makes me scared A letter that was never sent Opened my eyes when it's too late Leaves falling down already dead Disintegrate to satisfy Reshape according to the plan Remove my chest my arms my brain How would you name what will remain? I'm straying in the misty moon And passing the point of no return At midnight in the month of June As nothing will remain the same Misty moon Month of June