It's coming now
Faster than you know
Gonna blitz you from each side
Every which way you look
This hypnotic, triptoxic
Mix of every riff raff
Bullets for my head
And damn it feels so good
This tearing, wrenching melody
Cuts to the core of what I need
It's coming now
Louder than before
Blazing from speakers each side
No matter where I look
It's my tonic, my chronic
You do the math
Lifting my spirits leaden
And damn does it feel good
As it blazes within me
Tearing away at my needs
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.