Music
Without benevolence, the stars would explode,
The wind would forget how to dance,
We would disregard the need to smile
With the reminder that a delusional mindset
Is a catalyst for mistakes
That cause us to lie in the wakes
An angel cannot find her way back home
When her wings are misplaced;
Her need for inner peace
Is cast far, far away into
The sick world we call home
Until the end of time, she must roam
Not all is a momentary lapse of sanity
We are capable of relief
From the agony and loathing
It causes us to go into a tranquil state
Nothing exists but the noise
We are just its toys
A rush of adrenaline caused by
The calamity of grotesque sound,
The meshing of misery and unrequited love
Angst-filled melodies that crash over your soul
Nothing matters here, for time stands still
A bullet to this generation, tempting to kill
Corruption would be unneeded, beautiful
Notes, high and low, liberating the bliss
A multitude of timeless possibilities
The potential downpour of rage
Is lost in its beauteous clutch
We only wish to touch
A form of it exists everywhere,
It may split emotions between conflicting sides, but
Ample bursts of electric shocks
Will find the core of your being;
It is the love we crave, the hate we suffer through
All that matters is that it gets through to you.
The wind would forget how to dance,
We would disregard the need to smile
With the reminder that a delusional mindset
Is a catalyst for mistakes
That cause us to lie in the wakes
An angel cannot find her way back home
When her wings are misplaced;
Her need for inner peace
Is cast far, far away into
The sick world we call home
Until the end of time, she must roam
Not all is a momentary lapse of sanity
We are capable of relief
From the agony and loathing
It causes us to go into a tranquil state
Nothing exists but the noise
We are just its toys
A rush of adrenaline caused by
The calamity of grotesque sound,
The meshing of misery and unrequited love
Angst-filled melodies that crash over your soul
Nothing matters here, for time stands still
A bullet to this generation, tempting to kill
Corruption would be unneeded, beautiful
Notes, high and low, liberating the bliss
A multitude of timeless possibilities
The potential downpour of rage
Is lost in its beauteous clutch
We only wish to touch
A form of it exists everywhere,
It may split emotions between conflicting sides, but
Ample bursts of electric shocks
Will find the core of your being;
It is the love we crave, the hate we suffer through
All that matters is that it gets through to you.