Vibration & Flow

The brass hurts my ears…
But the tones love my core…
Hurting me, but trying to sound good…
I let them in… siding with the purest grace…

Covered in noise.

Bursts of power, audio fuels my soul…
Eating away at constriction…
Breaking the chains…
I live for the feeling…

When I fall to my knees,
I will ask for more.
When the noise finds my skull…

Let the blood flow free…

Let the noise flow.