Bullets pulsing through violins.  
Guns pointed at cellos.

Bombs strapped to pianos.
Knives grazing the bass.

Gruesome music.
Tragic notes.

These lyrics are not just rhymes or rhythm but serious outbursts for help.

Our music can only be understood by the lost.  

Hopeless moments are remembered.

Important thoughts are long forgotten.

We play for the souls of yesterday.

This symphony is ran by the insane and Im the composer.