I'm struck with a pitch that seems out of tune
dark inside to a minor prelude.
I can't shake this feeling that something is wrong
in the mind there's terror though the surface is calm.

Which parts do we know, which chorus will I sing
do I sing of joy or the hate that it brings?
The bridge will fall and the melody dies
an error to my ear and a fear to my eyes.

A glitch in this matrix with an itch in this pitch
rhythm before love is a quick pick fix.
Truth defies logic deny it or die
a lie in the grass is still just a lie.

Don't think about it.