When I found myself frozen in that **** Hole place,
wishing only for music
I drifted down to find quiet waters.

Leaves rustled
birds glided
Perfect Sun
broke through miles and miles
of stone cold grey.

Something wonderful still engaged with fire, roasted me within my lonely hut and my eyes wanted to finally see it.

I knew if I couldn't free her from my heart she would lay me down face first,

my blood all running out
she would wear an icy smirk
walking away dropping me off
from that abandoned ledge.

I knew I had to climb out of the bottle and go find that misunderstood Legend responsible for Every Magic
trick that saved my life from myself.

I knew I had to climb far.

Who knows how long it would take on a shadowy street
where Truth is a dangerous commodity in a world soaked with lies?

No matter

At least now
I could follow the music
Of my Soul
and wipe that ***** smirk
right off her cold cold face.