Show to me a Holy Book
But I can tell you now
That this music’s soft and subtle cry
Echoes from inside, deep down

There’s not too much in this life
That I can give to make things right
And when you’re gone I won’t go on
Us both, just rolling with the wind

Le mie ossa sono state rotte
Dal martello pesante
Forgiato dei miei peccati
E pesato per l’energia vitale
Immagazzinata dentro me.

Ciononostante,
Non esiste una minaccia come me
Con la potenza del bue
E con il cuore del leone
Che vagheggia uno scopo senza fine.
E senza fine, vagheggerà lo scopo.

Then, the keeper said to her,
“Do you remember me? I remember you.
You filled my cup to get yourself drunk
2 days later I wake up in a ditch
13 feet under the surface of my own logic.
How did you do it?
You bewitched me with that smile
And you left me, riding the dragon into my worst nightmare
You lived with the friend of my enemy
And here we stand, still…
Still ****** into the worst dizzy spell of my life
Still unsure whether to fight the dragon, or tame it.
Tame the dragon, or tame you.
Tame you, or tame my reason.”

That is the story of a keeper’s life
The knowledge of his self-contradictory self
Running from the heart that soothes him
Even if it is his own
Just to come into control of himself
Through the taming of a rare creature
That nobody can domesticate.
At least not him.

As with all things
That object you hold
The song that you sing
Are connected in a web of meaning.

The 300 year-old tree was alive
When the doe lost her fawn to the hunter
When your ancestors spoke their native tongue
When the songbirds were blissfully unaware of their mortal song.
Unheard it was then, and now it is a legend.

And just as the sun rose
For one last songbird song
So will it set on you
For we know of our mortality all along.

Such a voice invoked the muse
And the muse was what gave life
I miss that deep sense of a lost belonging
Now I am in belonging to that realm I once ruled
With an iron fist, I controled it
In the deepest depths of my innermost being

My insides are constantly convulsing
They are humming to me my chagrin
And the voids that occupy the nuclei of my atoms
I tremble like a bell, being a hollow shell
And sounding other cries for help in this place.
Where are we in the place of the bells
How hollow are the voids that make up our cells.

I now see that every lie was a mistake
As I listen to the melodic poems of the piano
That I inspired, I created...

He treasured me, and he loved me
And my daughter here wakes his ghost
Though dead long ago, he never dies in music

And now I can never escape the monster I created
The great giant of our times wrote because of me
He cried because of me, he died because of me

Still here, his spirit spills onto the floorboards like blood
As my girl mindlessly cranks out the sounds of agony
The hammers that beat the strings was my betrayal upon his heart

Day by day, he’s with me, still here
Haunting this gorgeous house built on lies
For what I held in my midst, was the soul of an artist bewitched

I cursed him forever and then I slipped away
And his brother is now in his place

So with each whining string I shall not forget
The love he lamented for whom all was writ’.