Who Killed Mr. Moonlight

Armani, he found lines in the rubble Made jackets like songs Made suits that felt like quiet prayers

Now Kirk gunned down Not a gang not a random shot Just some fool with a word-gun Throwing away what little we had gained

They’ll build a new movement on it Nothing good will come of it Wish he’d gone on living Wish they’d had the chance To prove him wrong

Still dreaming in the moonlight Still trying to be better selves Still singing to each other Anyway… anyway… Who lost the reason?