• The cryptic melody moving you forward
    into the world you never thought you'd see.
    The haunted sound,
    just below your feet ,
    you always hated never to hear,
    You ridicule and shun,
    spitting curses
    until you hear it.

    Until you are trapped and forced to listen.
    The more you hate, the more you hear.
    Unable to comprehend the tainting noise.
    So close
    it's in your head.
    Invading your being.
    You hate it so much,
    it's become surreal.

    The sense leaves you.
    Darkness blinds your eyes,
    music pulsates in your brain.

    Then when all reason has left you
    sinking into a red pool of hate.
    You love it.
    It sings to you
    Until you see yourself.
    Until your muscles release tension.
    Until your vision becomes clear.

    It has become you,
    And you have become it.
    Your music no one understands.