Words are static, music flows,
through your heart, your veins and your soul.
So much to listen, so little that resounds.
Music that talks about love,
a rotten theme we inherited
from someone who once knew how to feel.
Music that talks about destiny,
a beautiful orchestrated life theme we inherited
from someone who got lucky.
Music that talks about promises,
a fantastic lie about how things will be theme inherited
from someone who must’ve been fooled.
Music, isn’t it supposed to make you feel better?
Isn’t it supposed to make you make be saner?
After the verses and chords why don’t I feel better?