Rhythmic pumping
Concealed in a dream
A riff of rifts
Ascend to the heavens
The solo shatters the sky
The angels cease to sing
A surge of sudden grace
A dancing maelstrom of melody
A wicked, hellish pace
I'm lost
So joyously lost
The solo bites with beauty
Treble rules all
Treble tones in treble time
Though they'll say its all based in bass
Majesty spews forth when six little strings
Oscillate
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:08 AM UTC
Rhythmic pumping
Concealed in a dream
A riff of rifts
Ascend to the heavens
The solo shatters the sky
The angels cease to sing
A surge of sudden grace
A dancing maelstrom of melody
A wicked, hellish pace
I'm lost
So joyously lost
The solo bites with beauty
Treble rules all
Treble tones in treble time
Though they'll say its all based in bass
Majesty spews forth when six little strings
Oscillate
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