A Secret Song In Your Heart
A ryhthm playing without any percussion is empty.
Sleeping on the mission, theres too many three's, unequal to twenty.
Break free while you can, Chocking to the music, save me with harmony.
The melody has become evil, killing when heard, dress me with armory.
Never fear, that my love is endless, hold on to time.
Waiting in the misty gloom, drained in energy, cannot hear that heavenly chime.
I wonder why, abandoned a long time ago, the beasts have risen.
Their presence have decayed the soil, buried deep in our minds too far gone to listen.
I want you to hear me, like you've never heard before, keep that thirteen indoors.
Joint ventures adapted into demonic deals, mastering the art of hiding within floors.
The deal continued, it reached the major end, one where it spread as wildfire.
Bellowed help across the abyss, shadow in front, and yet he whispered liar.
The current playlist is now rigged with messages, poisening in depths.
This is where the reboot of a new piece shall be created, in uncontaminated breaths.
A peace and loving begining, darkness is past now, awaiting truthful smiles.
Uplifting with detailed words, understood by everyone, let us flee from known styles.
If I make my way to the top of the chain, will they embed me with scurrilous fiction.
At the full moon, words being yelled into the night, their brewing the haunting malediction.
I continue to ignore their ranting, its this current creation I've considered a work of art.
Its ready for release, in order to dine for victory, it all starts with a secret song in your heart.
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