addiction to music, abuse it, penetrate the notes..
probing deeper with every voice, high as false hopes..
every song a homonym of a predecessing tune..
each lyric a shadow of doubt, still seemingly amune..
lighthearted anthems showing every penny spent..
tickling chords of progress, paying off more than rent..
setting blazes in the hearts of listeners, with dry ice..
soul missing in each fret, strung out in with every vice..
diversity in taste, regurgitating our bars of filth..
but there none the less, out of work, so we will..
work out every dime, landmines, riffing overtime..
can you read the sign? music and God are intertwined..
Let everyone see your words, read verses, bars, staffs..
try to buy back your soul? Guaranteed, Lucy just laughs..

don't pay for your wealth, enjoy it before Earth is too old..
For The Price Of Recognition Will Forever Be Your Soul..

there dude, I matched you...I think?