Moon Made of Copper, A

I am a moon made of copper:Made of glassI will know your dreamsI will eat your memoriesI will devour your loveI will tear down the nightdrive down your roadspast your homesyour sleeping familiesyour tender dreamsI will skin them like a catPut your chair against the doorthe butcher knife on the counterthe pills by the waterI will wring you drylike a wet ragI am a moon made of coppermade of glassmade of warcrushing stones in my mouthI will burn down your citiesI will love my womanI will pay my lawyerI will think about the small roomsbefore the parasitesbefore I made you these promisesbefore I took it all back from you