Let The Music..

The beat and the bass line
Overpower the horror
Of your minds.

Mind control,
They collaborate your conformity.
The lyrics make no sense
Undermining your patience.

If you've ever had any.

I know I don't.
I know I hate,
These songs that seem under parole.
Tip-toeing around the fine line between sex and innocence.
They inject you with their tolerance,
Even if you've never had any.

Time and time again,
Times many.
The many times they have caught you,
Brought you to this predictable world.
We live there in animosity.

Tearing each others free will apart.
Can you,
Will you,
Give our genre another chance?

Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Start me off with just a glance.

Well from there,
We can achieve what we believe,
Isn't right nor wrong in our eyes.

Success.
And so be it.
Show all the non-believers.
Express yours, individual,
So everyone can see it.

Watching through the smoke.
Letting the rhythm take us.
Unwilling to escape us.
Rolling and tumbling through the times
So they can't break us.

Let the music make us.