It's not like a song you've ever heard
Or a song you'll ever want to hear
But it caught my ear when I first heard it sing
It sang in my head
The voices whispered it quietly
Curiosity urged me
Listen closer
A slow crescendo wrapped me
I was intoxicated by the gore that filled me
Before I could make it stop
The song had etched it's bars
It's time signature
It's key
Deep in my veins
Deep in my bones
It's taken over my brain
My body has become the instrument
That plays this addicting song
A woodwind perhaps
A string maybe
But all I know is this one song
Dead hands play symphonies
For dying hands to be
Please don't follow me
Don't listen to my song
You will become addicted
You will learn how to play
Please don't become the composer
Of your own suicide song
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
It's not like a song you've ever heard
Or a song you'll ever want to hear
But it caught my ear when I first heard it sing
It sang in my head
The voices whispered it quietly
Curiosity urged me
Listen closer
A slow crescendo wrapped me
I was intoxicated by the gore that filled me
Before I could make it stop
The song had etched it's bars
It's time signature
It's key
Deep in my veins
Deep in my bones
It's taken over my brain
My body has become the instrument
That plays this addicting song
A woodwind perhaps
A string maybe
But all I know is this one song
Dead hands play symphonies
For dying hands to be
Please don't follow me
Don't listen to my song
You will become addicted
You will learn how to play
Please don't become the composer
Of your own suicide song
