My home, I listen, I vanish from the world,
Off the grid, my thoughts can't even find me here,
An illusory place of peace, all my stress comes unfurled,
It speaks to me, a conversation only I can hear.

Songs make a slideshow of memory fill my consciousness,
I remember every feeling, every loss, every low,
All of the times, all of the highs, all of the happiness,
Depending on the track, it changes my whole flow.

My music, it works the gears of my brain,
It makes me think, makes me create instead of destroy,
Make beautiful art, maybe only to some, but hopefully no pain,
It made all of my dreams, ever since I was just a little boy.