Music Music Lyrics - Eyedea

I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive 

All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive 

Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse 

And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes 

No one that I know is any longer good at actin' 

Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion 

Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest 

That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed 

I've trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm 

Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss 

Paid dues and made music my religion 

Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist 

I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise 

The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed 

I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy 

Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice 

But there's something special about the notes that he hears 

Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories 

And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him 

To heal his wounds and unseal his doom 

If only I could make you understand 

But words are just words so I can't 

The universe's deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence 

I tell ya 

Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music 

To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings 

To control your own, you gotta burn your strings 

To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king 

But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing 

I get a pleasure that's inevitably immeasurable 

And I won't let it be rejected by no man 

Why does it have to be so damn difficult 

To live in the frame of a game that will slit your throat? 

But I've dug in the mud in search of the drum 

Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss 

Stayed true to the music, now my favorite thing to do is 

Close my eyes and forget that I even exist 

I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas 

For every genius that was murdered in the name of Jesus 

Still deaf to the bells that claimed to free us 

But I pay homage to my melody 'cause she's the sweetest 

The core of our spirit is naked 

The form of its lyrics are sacred 

Blanketed by the original sound of the inner vibrations 

I'm floating on the soft clouds of positive creation 

See, I can look at a painting and admire the colors 

Or appreciate any type of art that I discover 

But what I dig's invisible 

It's my teacher and I'm its student 

I tell ya 

Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music