My aching legs await the words that pour from pens
The kind he sings in rhyme define my every step
It ends and briefly then the puppet strings go limp
But when it starts again, so does its Sisyphus
Cause all I know is this: the song that never quits
In the earworm from hell
There’s a cell behind the bars and lines
Don’t believe in the lie
When the pie says music died
Beneath your mp3 a scene repeats all day
It’s me who plays the lead but dreams of an escape
As if a broken disc could skip an endless jam
My arms are slaves to art, I march to bard’s command
On charts Descartes is crammed, he sings therefore I am
In the earworm from hell
There’s a cell behind the bars and lines
Don’t believe in the lie
When the pie says music
Diatonic decay
Da capo decapitates
Do re mi fa so la ti do
Oh slay me god or let me go
If you’re interested in Marc’s fourth-wall-breaking, here-there-and-everywhere lyrical style, you’ll have a great time in that conversation. Stephen Carradini
Awesome track! I also love the "tribute" at the end to that old D&D audio, genius!
This is going to be the opener for the next session for my group. Landstrider