My ears love to drum, tisk, tisk, bang
And my lips love to hum sweet melody slang
Metal core and rock, my mind engulfs the </c0de>
Pen on marble desk, to perfect the wild tone

Freezing bleachers, cold eyed teachers, are no match for silicone bud
Blasting screaming hymn of men, a low decrepit thud
The lyrics match my mind and heart, thoughts pounding in my chest
With battered, bloodied, bruised soul I'll be miserable at best

Though music hurts, it hurts to heal, to hold my hand too tight
It pushes, pulls and drags me through the darkest days and nights
I shake and turn, tap my fingers to keep up with the noise
With shifty eyes, heart paralyzed, I think I'm paranoid