[Intro] [clean electric guitar enters with syncopated E minor riff] [percussive palm muting on the lower strings] [Main theme] Grunge styke When the outside world Weighs on my soul And the sun becomes a black hole You tell me i should blow it up Or hope it’s washed away You say go on a hunger strike Or follow your arid, thirsty plight I just hand you my burden So you’ll show me how to live If it’s the sounds from the garden Or from some musical slave the tales of snakes and spoon men Or the beggars of stolen change So if the dogs are in the temple Or you’re the only one on stage I just let your music play I long to hear your voice beyond the grave When the hungry have been fed To quiet the voice that’s in my head I’ll feel my resurrection And the rhythm that i can No one sings like you anymore Or changed the music that came before If only you could do it Just one more time around If it’s the sounds from the garden Or from some musical slave the tales of snakes and spoon men Or the beggars of stolen change So if the dogs are in the temple Or you’re the only one on stage I just let your music play I long to hear your voice beyond the grave Say hello to heaven…. [Outro] [guitar riff continues with rhythmic variations] [final chord rings out with natural decay]
