So the maestro strikes the chord
And the marionettes, we swing
Pull in the direction of the lyrics
So as not to break the strings
It's not the words
It's just how they sound
The meaning here is dead
It's never for us to speak
We're just nodding our heads
So our lipsdon't smile at violent curses
Our bodies are the declaration
It's all about the movement
And explicit is just the exclamation
A point that we don't care too much for
Beautiful are the scars
We're just looking for the beat
To set a rhythm to our hearts
Blast in stereo bitty pieces
Keep us chopped and screwed
That's how we ride
With harmless expression
It's just the vehicle that's lewd
We don't drink in the message
Just throw the cups in your face, so see it clearer
We belong to melodies
And are branded into genres
And wars are glorified
And sex sells human flesh
I'll sing the skin right off of you
And take your heart for my own chest
It's all done to rhythm
Every death wish ever said
But we don't do the speaking out
We're just nodding our heads
pic is music by byluluka from deviantart.com
