Music Music

I`ll be writing till I`m dead or maybe till I`m alive<br>All the emptiness I`ve bled has only helped me survive<br>Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse<br>And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes<br>No one that I know is any longer good at actin`<br>Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion<br>Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest<br>That`s the least I deserve for the love that I`ve shed<br>I`ve trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm<br>Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss<br>Paid dues and made music my religion<br>Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist<br>I sing a bastard`s tune, inspired by the noise<br>The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed<br>I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy<br>Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice<br>But there`s something special about the notes that he hears<br>Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories<br>And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him<br>To heal his wounds and unseal his doom<br>If only I could make you understand<br>But words are just words so I can`t<br>The universe`s deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence<br>I tell ya<br>Ain`t nothing quite as beautiful as Music<br> <br>To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings<br>To control your own, you gotta burn your strings<br>To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king<br>But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing<br>I get a pleasure that`s inevitably immeasurable<br>And I won`t let it be rejected by no man<br>Why does it have to be so damn difficult<br>To live in the frame of a game that will slit your throat?<br>But I`ve dug in the mud in search of the drum<br>Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss<br>Stayed true to the music, now my favorite thing to do is<br>Close my eyes and forget that I even exist<br>I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas<br>For every genius that was murdered in the name of Jesus<br>Still deaf to the bells that claimed to free us<br>But I pay homage to my melody ‘cause she`s the sweetest<br>The core of our spirit is naked<br>The form of its lyrics are sacred<br>Blanketed by the original sound of the inner vibrations<br>I`m floating on the soft clouds of positive creation<br>See, I can look at a painting and admire the colors<br>Or appreciate any type of art that I discover<br>But what I dig`s invisible<br>It`s my teacher and I`m its student<br>I tell ya<br>Ain`t nothing quite as beautiful as Music