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Metamorsymphosis
I'm in a one man band In a world with no one to hear me play Leitmotif frayed and pitch astray Arrhythmia muffled by the hand Whispers of a tuning fork The harmonics just won't land All i see is a gazing "can't"
With a razor blade as my bow My arms as violins With my veins ringing like the strings For all the watchlings and their kings Blood and notes Pouring from what once were human flesh and bones
i beg of you Save me from this resonance caged Someone release me from my dying stage Come and take my trembling hand As the rotting seraphim chant and chant "A heretic's unholy blasphemy will not stand!"
Prayed and ached for a troupe Conducted to that unending loop My lower half: a strung-up used guitar Pretentious fingers playing me Screams of agony turned to melody Note after note Disregarding what I wrote A percussive slap – what a rush A hand over my soundhole to shush an-
I'm in a one man band Singing my endless rant Lashings tick - - - bruising metronome Always with company yet still, no tone Scales bipolarize: MAJOR to minor Up and down, back and forth I strum-i break My encore locked behind a booing gate
i'm in a one man band With no stage, lights or audience To hear me sulk, play and decay Hear the voices shout "God, finally. For this I prayed!"
I'm in a one-person band In a world where no one hears me play My theme is coming apart and the tune is off The rhythm is stifled by a hand Hints of a tuning fork The harmonies won't settle All I see is a staring 'can't'
Using a razor blade as my bow My arms are like violins My veins resonate like strings For all the watchers and their rulers Blood and music Flowing from what used to be human flesh and bones
I plead with you Save me from this trapped resonance Someone free me from my dying stage Come and hold my shaking hand As decaying angels chant repeatedly 'A heretic's unholy blasphemy will not stand!'
I longed and suffered for a group Led into that endless cycle My lower half: a worn-out guitar Arrogant fingers playing me Cries of pain turned into music Note by note Ignoring what I had written A percussive hit – such a thrill A hand over my soundhole to silence an-
I'm in a one-person band Singing my endless complaint Beatings mark time - - - bruising metronome Always with company yet still, no sound Scales swing: MAJOR to minor Up and down, back and forth I strum-I break My encore trapped behind a gate of boos
I'm in a one-person band With no stage, lights, or audience To hear me lament, play, and decay Hear the voices shout 'God, finally. For this I prayed!'