the piano stands in the light given night and day
pleasing yet teasing in disguise for dismay
each key every tune to go sense w/ a voice
but broken chords yet occur, react w/ no choice
polluting secretly as tunes infect slowly within
from big to small hallowed halls become thin
every sound thats played w/ emotion that is touched
is the yerning and burning of irrated pain, brain crushed
solo in the day but 2nd quarrel by night in the dark
rippin and scratchin, one by one, from enemies hearts
gritting ur teeth as you cant do to interfere
take the wheel and steer, only to drop bombs of fear
to my dear, fingers keep movin for reason i cant stop
i hear there's and empty slot tell satan thats my empty spot.
tryin to focuss mentally incline with my mind
yet voice of persuasion dated off the enkindled kind
brain lost in a trance cant dance cant demand
pursuind death first GLANCE being led bt satans hand
grand, to invoke the triumoh of the FEW
falling fast yet slowly i die to whom is I, is you
shaked off suspense, TENSED grasp for GRIP failed
heart beating, piano stands still to a diseased face so pale
cuts of inner dwellings blood drippin to leave a trail
to the end of the pendolum host of; to tella tall tale

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