[Intro]: [Verse 1] Your fingers called the lightning, Upon both keys and frets. A prodigy with perfect pitch, who knew nothing of regret. We watched you summon spirits, from both ivory and wood. Singing sweetly of a secret world, that only you understood. But something in you changed one day, deep behind your eyes. A sadness that you tried to fill, a pain that couldn't be denied. You found the needle in the hay-stack, and hoped that it could save, You from the demons of a past, that had come to stake their claim! [Chorus]: Your melody is over, it's just a stain upon some floor. The virtuoso came and left, he doesn't play here anymore! Are you singing with the angels? Will devils recognize your skill? Why are the best of us, the first ones that God kills! [Bridge]: I tried to understand you. In fact, I still do. I think about you every day, And why you withdrew. From every person trying, To fight when you refused. Didn't you know that you were special?! How fucking much you had to lose?! [Verse 2] A thousand miles of distance, and a year of being whole! You sent a demo of a song, that nearly saved your soul. "I’m back," you said, "it's over now! I've left that life behind". But sadly we both knew the truth, and had for quite some time. I'd reach out on occasion, to show you that I still cared! And when I was greeted with silence, I knew you'd fallen to despair. While I was writing you letters, you were courting your end, Reveling in euphoria, your last remaining friend! [Bridge] I can still remember, The night you almost died! Running to me in a hospital gown, Terror in your eyes!!! "I've learned my lesson", You said, while sitting on my bed. Then stole every dollar that I had, Before vanishing again! [Chorus]: Your melody is over, it's just a stain upon some floor. The virtuoso came and left, he doesn't play here anymore! Are you singing with the angels? Will devils recognize your skill? Why are the best of us, the first ones that God kills! [Bridge]: Silence!, Is the loudest sound!, you ever made! You Wasted!, An extroadinary life!, WITH POISON IN YOUR VEINS! If you heard this song today, God damn it, Brian, you would laugh! Then show me how to do it better, 'Cause you were a master of the craft! [Outro]: The heavy instruments vanish. A distorted, lo-fi recording of the friend’s "music" plays faintly, then slows down and warps until it stops. The choir hums a final, mournful chord.]: [End]
