You sit like a thorn in my mind,
You ache like a muscle torn,
You moan like a whore at work....
The night is clear as day,
My dark friend went away,
Music brought me absolution....
Weave a spell for unbelievers,
Tell a story like a seizure,
Give 'em hell for secrets hidden.....
Trapped and born, wrapped in scorn,
Lit by blazes, warped by hazes,
Your throat is now my trumpet.....
You were always on the stage,
Unwashed and slightly dazed,
For your mind remains a maze.....
Hellbent fury, sound and violence,
Never visited by silence,
It is your sound that heals your world.