Luna
D.R.O Lyrics

Mounted on a pale white steed
She rides on a white horse.

She rides across the heavens
She travels through the sky.

Brightening what amounted
She brings light to what was previously dull.

To a colorless unpleasant
To something plain and unappealing.

Existence in reality
Actual reality.

This journey she is traveling
The journey she is on.

Seems like it'll never end
Feels like it will never stop.

She just wants to play pretend
She wants to live in a fantasy world.

For the rest of her life
For the rest of her existence.

So they label her a lunatic
They call her crazy.

Say that she's consumed with this
They claim that she is obsessed with something.

Obsession with the sky
Her fixation on the sky.

And gettin' high is her escape
Using drugs is how she copes.

From her duty to create
Avoiding her responsibility to make things.

For the sake of creation
In order to create something.

That her imagination
Her ability to think creatively.

Is deludin' her to think
Misleading her into believing.

Life should have less pain and struggle
Life ought to be easier to endure.

That she should be happy she's in
She ought to be pleased to be in.

A world where she can hustle
A world where she can earn money quickly.

No one cares what you think
Nobody is interested in your thoughts.

Put those leggings on and smile
Wear those pants and smile.

For the camera silly rabbit
Act this way for the camera.

You must always be attractive
Always look nice and appealing.

Or you'll never catch a fish
You will never get what you want.

If her fate is to be bait
If her destiny is to be used as a lure.

And she's not the fisherman
And if she is not the one who is catching the fish.

Then this sport she will not play
She will not engage in this activity.

They can try that trick on someone else
They can try to deceive someone else.

Desperate for some company
In need of someone to be with.

She prefers the quiet
She chooses calmness and peace.

Solitude
Being alone.

Of meditating freely
Being unrestricted while meditating.

On a roof
On top of a building.

Content to simply be
Satisfied with just existing.

In a state of Nirvana
In a state of bliss.

Cause she's no Bodhisattva
She is not a Buddhist saint.

Here to save the world
On a mission to rescue the planet.

She's just a simple girl
She is just an ordinary person.

And far from a saint
She is not close to being a saint.

With any luck she'll never change
Hopefully she won't change.