This music box, With many locks, and countless knobs, These melodies play on its strings, They're nightmares that contain my dreams.
This music box, A proud disease, Cannot sustain my faulty sleep. If I thunder down the walls, Within, another structure stalls.
O' music box! Open enclosure that can't release! Calming madness in a silent stream, Lined with boulders and a storming breeze!
Collect my thoughts! Within this music box, An open sea, yet no sea released. It tempts me with its pounding waves, Arrests me, I can hear but I must see.