Beethoven pours and bleeds his all as I embody that very passion, Every word I smear together like the vengeance and intensity of his fingers aggressively, Murdering piano Keyes I write till my fingers are bloody Like aggressive fingers across violent melodies of guitar strings, Signing bleeding signatures on each original piece, My stash of magic music sheets Buried below the dirt, No matter where I may happen to be, A magic spell is never far as I've created a wizards binding that exists below my feet, Think what you wish Speculate as you may, But Hell and Devils don't exist beneath me, They exist here above the ground walking your very existence daily, They are not mystical biengs with magical powers but your religious leaders and political entities, Its the true masters of spells and magic like me With voices that's silent and unheard That are going to be the change to come one day eventually.
