Bacon is red, Bacon is rough, One strip of bacon is never enough!
Put it on my mama, that violets are blue, roses are red, and my heart is dead and so is your heart.
Sometimes I try to sing at the top of my lungs but--
Nothing will ever come out
The Muses ripped out my vocal cords.
They leave me in deafening silence.
It was a sad life, because I could hear the Muses fine,
I just couldn't say a single thing.
It was as if God gave me wisdom to cure mankind but--
I can't sing it, I can't scream it from the rooftops,
I can't tell it to the world,
I can't whisper it to myself,
I live in an opera where nothing reverberes.
I live in a concert where no one claps,
I live now, today, evermore.
— The End —