Within the theme of a song 
It is the words which carry strong 
Like the muted backbeats of the heart

And without truth 
There can be no lies 
Which dwell behind the eyes 
Bound by the shade 
Of our regressions

And so I sit behind my bass 
Falling into my own place
Guided by all that I feel 
Driven by bone and steel

There's solace within the rests... 
the subtle backbeats of existence 
dormant in my chest

Enter the ghost parade-
A soliloquy of love and pain
Waning echoes in unison
taut by fists and flames