~~Guitar Speaks~~

Six strings is my scheme, most worthy on the musical scene/
I absorb the living and decay the flesh, with an acoustic ring/
The songsmen I've seen, withered dry to the spleen, yet in thier eye's is that persistant gleem/
I'm heard but often unseen, a melodic embrace I bring the End to your Means/
Pass time and space, were souls seldom are common place and wieghted heavily in disgrace/
Intertwined in my tune, as we dance alone in the pale moon, a tide for all seasons, as I strum in the gloom/
Sound waves splash upon the mass, like a pyscodelic Flash, or vissions induced by subliminal Hash/
Come one come all, strum to the beat of the socialist drum, intoxicating ya awarness like Pirate's to Rum/
Hypnotic hints of melodic tint's, colorize the air from which I stare, can you hear the sound of the ravenous pair?/
Lost in despair, a talent once there, no longer declared, isolated and spared from the traumma ~N~ flair/
Who's really playing who, A question I dare...A concept unaware and logically spared/
Instrumental is key, but the instrument is thee, as I invent the sound, don't you agree?/
Musicians have been played by me, since I can remember G, I'm the orignial wood and strings/
An abstract concept driven from deep intellect, with each new owner I reinvent melody's heaven sent, while ya drown in ill intent, I drain ya life and all rememberance/

I am instrumental and your just the instrument I invent/

~~Guitar Speaks~~

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!