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¡ M ! U ! S ! I ! C ¡

Sing it out, boy, you got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out, girl, you got to be what tomorrow means
For every time that they want to count you out
And use your voice every single time you open up your mouth…

~*~

These bladed songs are

Tearing at my soul’s skin

And clipping the sinews

Within my aching heart

Every riff and drumbeat

Every bassline and lyric

A dulled pair of scissors

That cuts ever so deeply

Leaving lacerations and

Unhealing angry wounds

Bleeding and twisting as

I’ll feel every pain and joy

.

Of each song and singer

Of music and musicians

And delicate instruments

Making infrangible tunes

When the bars intertwine

My veins and my nerves

The incision a glory scar

As I bleed notes instead

But the cuts ain’t poison

They are far from venom

It’s my personal panacea

The everlasting nostrum

.

It’s that adrenaline rush

That never subsides off

The hurt that keeps you

Craving for the remedies

The madness and frenzy

The need to dance along

Air guitar motion fingers

Hair fanned out as wings

And as I mouth the words

Leaping along to melody

In the minutes of passion

I have never felt so free…

.

Each lyrical verse being a

Chapter of the adventure

With seconds of sunlight

Or drowned in teary rain

Composition, creativity

Vocals, tone, scale, vary

Rhythm, keys, harmony

Melody, symphony, me

All components refined

Blending into balanced

Perfection and mastery

Birthing precious songs

.

This world’s way better

With a little more noise

So plug in tangled wires

Turn up those speakers

Up to million and seven

We will damn make sure

That we’re heard all the

Way from hell to heaven

Whenever chaos strikes

We’re all mute and dumb

There will always be one

Voice that bravely sings

.

Even if they say it’s harmful

They say it’s fucking wrong

Oh, it’s an evil satanic ritual!

Making you slit your wrists!

Well I say fuck those haters

And their hollow silent lives

The dirty hypocrites will cry

When they see me carry on

For what gives me full energy

And a will to fight headstrong

Are not critics and words, but

These damn awesome songs.

~*~

Sing it for the boys! Sing it for the girls!
Every time that you lose it, sing it for the world!
Sing it from the heart! Sing it ’til you’re nuts!
Sing it out for the ones that’ll hate your guts!
Sing it for the deaf! Sing it for the blind!
Sing about everyone that you left behind!
Sing it for the world! Sing it for the world!

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