Music springs from my fingers, meandering melodies take form
Morose meanings manifest, manipulating the masses.
My meaning is hidden , mirrors obscure my message.
Maybe there is no truth, the message is a mirage.
Mystifying miasma clouds my mentality
Megalomania, morphs music form within
Meaning goes missing, lost in the endless white noise.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Music springs from my fingers, meandering melodies take form
Morose meanings manifest, manipulating the masses.
My meaning is hidden , mirrors obscure my message.
Maybe there is no truth, the message is a mirage.
Mystifying miasma clouds my mentality
Megalomania, morphs music form within
Meaning goes missing, lost in the endless white noise.
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