he writes the kind of music that
thrums
the way your blood just can't.
you're never more alive than
the roar of your soul
chasing after that drumbeat
(the piper only had to change his tune)
he could unmake you
reduce you to bass and thrashing vocals
'til you're bursting with sound
so larger than life
you'd bleed and burn to feel it again
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
he writes the kind of music that
thrums
the way your blood just can't.
you're never more alive than
the roar of your soul
chasing after that drumbeat
(the piper only had to change his tune)
he could unmake you
reduce you to bass and thrashing vocals
'til you're bursting with sound
so larger than life
you'd bleed and burn to feel it again
swallow me whole; i'm the new desperation
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