The beautiful moon
On a night so gloom
It is bright as noon
Sun, of doom
Son, here soon
When open does the tomb

I see the world’s fate
But I just procrastinate
Neglect my given goal
Sucked into the black hole
For I am an agent of chaos
I am my own boss

One of two
Know of us, you do
Know the true us, do few
We’re like red and blue
Or blue and red
It matters not, for we just want to get fed