~allegrakate

I’ll be writing till I’m dead or maybe till I’m alive
All the emptiness I’ve bled has only helped me survive
Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse
And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes
No one that I know is any longer good at actin
Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion
Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest
That’s the least I deserve for the love that I’ve shed
I’ve trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm
Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss
Paid dues and made music my religion
Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist

I sing a lonely bitch’s tune, inspired by the surrounding noise
The ship I made to be unsinkable was finally destroyed
I flaunt the grin of a woman that was in love with a boy
Who tried to avoid showing the cry in her voice
But there’s something special about the notes that she hears
Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories
And when she breathes, a new energy enters and consumes her
To heal her wounds and unseal her doom

If only I could make them all understand
But words are just words....so I can’t
The universe’s deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence
there isn’t anything quite as beautiful as Music

To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings
To control your own, you gotta burn your strings
To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king
But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing
I get a pleasure that’s inevitably immeasurable
And I won’t let it be rejected by no man
try to make the best of the hand I've been dealt

Why does it have to be so damn difficult?
To live in the frame of a game that will slit your throat?
But I’ve dug in the mud in search of the drum
Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss
Stayed true to the music, now my favorite thing to do is....
Close my eyes and forget that I even exist

I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas
For every genius that was murdered and every ignored thesis
people still deaf to the bells that claimed to free us
I pay homage to the melody I hear cause it’s the sweetest
The core of my spirit is naked
And The form of its lyrics are sacred
Blanketed by the original sound of the inner vibrations
I’m floating on the soft clouds of positive creation

I can look at a painting and admire the colors
Or appreciate any type of art that I discover
But what I love is invisible
It’s my teacher and I’m its student
Like I said before
There isn’t anything quite as beautiful as Music

I'll make music to ride to, to cry to, to die to,
Times two, and finally realize you’re alive to

I'll make music to vibe to, to close your eyes to
Break your mind from each vault that sits inside you

I'll make music for survival, to find you
To hide from the landscape humanity you went blind to

I'll make music to rhyme to, to waste time to
To die to, to realize I’m alive to