The Masses,
Staged Beyond The Pain,
No Longer the Land Of the Sane.
The Groupies, The Sweet sung Melodies,
Ripped From Unuttered Parodies.
Of The Band of Blood Brothers,
That rises above the Others,
In a Barrage of Sound,
That would not Justify the Heaven, They Had found.
Smell the Strings,
Cringe, Hear nothing But the Wave,
The Pulse, The Souls that brave
The Silence Before the Storm.
The Feel of the air, Worn,
The memory of the Gods Before,
But silence, Play, Worry No More.
Minds Melting in a Concert of Dreams,
Playing the Songs, The Screams.
Metal on Metal, Rust to Rust....
Quench the Crowds of their Musical Lust. |
