Art is impression and illusion, music is captured moments and delusion of emotion. Now lets see how we can put your soul to commotion. now the sign the call, ,music wafts down the halls and the emotion that breaks the mood that leaves you stranded the emotion of the motion holds back all promotion cant even see myself in that ocean I used to define my life with lines Now thing shifted felling more, gifted words flow freely like they're, lifted Art is illusion music is, grifted. Gifts of emotion, re-listened. come take of me my words ,delisted Art is impression and illusion, music is captured moments and delusion of emotion. Now lets see how we can put your soul to commotion. We now call to you , (nothing malign) call to you the yellow sign All things align, all things find their time. Nothing left behind, all things in time. The songs of the divine were never mine. Music fills the soul like an empty bowl There's words here that are gonna flow Watching our mortal coil between above And then so below Art is impression and illusion, music is captured moments and delusion of emotion. Now lets see how we can put your soul to commotion.
