Its the sound of ****** dancing in your blood
Its the sound of angels  flesh ******* the flames of hell
Its killing a life worth living for
Its living a death worth dying for
Its the feel of gods heart beating frantically in your hand as you play with words
Are you a slave to the pen?  Its puppet?
Or do you think your the master?
Do your rivers run deep or are you just smearing the ink?
Can you hear it?  Dancing, *******, living, dying...