“Plucked to obscurity,
Too tense to indulge in purity,
Each string is highly strung,
When you play them one by fun.
Bow down until they break,
Bow down, to earth the quake.
A heartbeat, kept in time,
Let’s add venture, forth in rhyme.
The song is over sung,
Tremors build and overrun,
No more tension can they take,
Slight of hand, won’t mask a break…
Bow down, you’re on your knees,
Bow down, the tune proceeds.
No avoidance, more destruction.
One more note to strike eruption.”