All There Is Is Music
In a mind where there's no rest
In a body to the test
You only need to close your eyes
It's not you you have to despise
All there is is music
You can never choose it
In a mind so misused
All there is is music
His thoughts throw him for a loop
A whisper lives inside
But even in his sadism
I can hear him cry
All there is is music
You can never choose it
In a mind so misused
All there is is music
His body laid to rest
A final centered still
He poured it all onto that canvas
Just so he could hear
All there is is music
You can never choose it
In a mind so misused
All there is is music
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