(Play me anything) (Maybe music is the only way) (To tell me how you feel) (Maybe music is the only way) (Play me anything) (Maybe music is the only way) (To tell me how you feel) (Maybe music is the only way) Car fumes poisoning my state again Darkroom, I only see the negative Only show one side, it's like I'm tidal-locked Dark moons grow inside me like it's nine o'clock Their knives are sharp but my pens a Ginsu pent against you You Pentacostals can get pins in tissue pent up issues I'll press a pistol at your temple if I'm pessimistic This impressionism isn't that impressive is it? My rep is automatic sipping Cazadores lifting casket doors Red flags get the horns or pass the torch I go through green, I'm like a master sword Ocarinas match the tones, golden sheen on cartridges I know the Link Between music and the woe-is-me In seeing beautiful in hopeless things I'm piecing truth into these so-to-speaks Notes'll ring around me all resounding in a ghostly key Sticatto spicattos sonatas in soprano Get stigmata when the high notes go vibrato or legato Obligatto for Da Capo, music is the language When life becomes a prison you can use it to escape it (Play me anything) (Maybe music is the only way) (To tell me how you feel) (Maybe music is the only way) (Music is the only way)