The music bounces off the walls,
Toward the depths of the halls,
To the backs of alley doors,
To lonely bitter souls that hide behind the walls.
Are you sure it’s your call?
More like ring for sad polls.
Votes for the maggots taking stralls
To the endless list of “please-no-mores”
Are you here to pray?
Saying what is there for soul to lay
All you goddamn liars
Trying to show their “righteous flare”
The music keeps on playing,
Bouncing off the walls –
Leaving traces of the saying
That burned in hearts of lustful souls
Why’d you ask them empty questions?
Would you like to hear reply?
You just know how stupid later
Sound the silent shout with cry
The ripples of the music burn the walls inside –
Steps of blood stained cardinal sees the shade of light
Words of melody creep up from behind –
The saint becomes the tainted sinners hide
Disorder is the cause of this delight
With dead rising up to fight
Silence breaking up the might
That once was held by the Father of Might
Crumble – pieces falling off
So humble – as a way to show off
Unintentional rumble – to become “one of”
And endless gamble – to see where the end’s “off”
Melody bounces off the walls –
Crushing the madness of resistance
Seeing who’ll turn to moss
And who’ll fight with that instance.
