Life is like a good song,
It never last’s long enough
But every chorus bursts to excite
Let’s make it drop
Like a hardcore breakdown
Make this sick beat
With lighters held up high
Light the intensity
Until the last note
You’ll ever sing
You are like the beat
So refined as to conceit
This acclaimed tune
I listen to all afternoon
So wild, yet soothing
Echoing in my head;
Every word that is said
An epic harmony cascades
As the melody pervades
Though sound promotes
There exists a few stray notes
But in my mind…
That’s just fine
So as this song plays on
Can I stay to sing along?
Words are our tools
Use them,
Be it good
Or evil
They are for peace
They are for destruction
They make or break
Can we use them for harmony?
Or just use them for tragedy?
Let them guide your way
Or parish in dismay
With only two choices
Use these tools of desire
To build our empire
Either way,
The choice is in your hands.