You let the music run rough shot, right over you.
Don’t you miss those calming blues,
The cadences and melodies that soothed,
Lully-byes intertwined with sweet good byes,
Celtic songs that longed to make you cry,
To help you find your celestial delight,
The soft thrumming of tribal humming,
The slow tempo that takes you home,
To old memories?

I am not saying that their displaying
A bad kind of vibe,
Or that they’re too far gone to the wrong
To ever find what’s right,
To lost in the night to ever see the light.
Angry faces flare firing fist for fighting,
But sometimes all that anger
Just doesn’t seem right.
All that bark still carries all that bite,
And I wonder if it’s in the rage
That you forget yourself

Do you lose the day?
Tell me what does your inner nature say?
Is there a bit of peace?
Or did you give it all away,
To that vicious beast,
To that malicious beat,
Sizzling electric and vocal shock
Yeah the hard knocks we all call hard rock?