"I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes No one that I know is any longer good at actin' Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed I've trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss Paid dues and made music my religion Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice But there's something special about the notes that he hears Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him To heal his wounds and unseal his doom If only I could make you understand But words are just words so I can't The universe's deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence I tell ya Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music." -Eyedea and Abilities
