MUSIC IS MY WEAPON

Music is my weapon sharp as any blade

Make it seem aggressive as it is played

Strum it oh so softly like it was a lullaby

Make it sad and lonely, let that guitar cry

Let it roll over us sounding wild and free

Let the heaviness of the rock overcome me

Play it any way you can, but with your heart

From the bottom of your soul, tear it all apart.

Music is my weapon that can cut you deep

Make you feel emotion and make you weep

My world without my music is a Hell to me

Only with the music can I ever hope to be free

I wander through this empty land without a name

Seeing all the Rockers who have settled to be tame

Empty eyes that cannot see the truth that is there

Empty eyes that only see to absolutely nowhere.

Music is my weapon and I need to use it often

So my soul won’t become lost to me once again

So Children gather round as I sharpen up my blade

Watch the soulless scatter from the music that is made

Remember it’s a weapon, but it’s your salvation too.

Every note played is a blow to set us free to play anew

Listen with your heart and your soul to find the sound

Your mind is in Heaven while your feet are on the ground.

© Spider ‘09