Eyedea, Abilities - Music Music lyrics

I'll be writing till I'm dead
Or maybe till I'm alive
All the emptiness I've bled has
Only helped me survive
Something melted inside when the
Tones hit my pulse
And stifled the idle eagerness to
Grow into my clothes no one that I know is
Any longer good at actin'
Like they comprehend the motive uncoated
To feed the corroded passion
Actually needs to stay eye
Level with the rest
That's the least I deserve for
The love that I've shed
I've trudged through the sediment in
Search of the rhythm
Dove soul first to bathe nude in it's abyss
Paid dues and made music my religion
Now I listen, close my eyes
And forget I even exist
I sing a bastard's tune
Inspired by the noise
The ship made before it sank
And was finally destroyed
I flaunt the grin of a man
Made for disguising a boy
Who tried to avoid showing the
Cry in his voice
But there's something special about the
Notes that he hears
Those scales are redemption
Unraveling repressed memories
And when he breathes
A new energy enters and consumes him
To heal his wounds and unseal his doom
If only I could make you understand
But words are just words so I can't
The universe's deepest art form keeps
My heart warm with influence i tell ya
Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music

To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings
To control your own
You gotta burn your strings
To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king
But to live forever
All you gotta do is learn to sing
I get a pleasure
That's inevitably immeasurable
And I won't let it be rejected by no man
Why does it have to be so damn difficult
To live in the frame of a
Game that will slit your throat?
But, I've dug in the mud
In search of the drum
Dove soul first to bathe nude in it's abyss
Stayed true to the music
Now my favorite thing to do is
Close my eyes and forget that I even exist
I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas
For every genius that was murdered
In the name of Jesus
Still deaf to the bells that
Claimed to free us but, I pay homage to my
Melody cause she's the sweetest
The core of our spirit is naked
The form of it's lyrics are sacred
Blanketed by the original sound
Of the inner vibrations
I'm floating on the soft
Clouds of positive creation
See, I can look at a
Painting and admire the colors
Or appreciate any type of art that I discover
But what I dig's invisible
It's my teacher and I'm it's student
I tell ya
Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music