I’ll blow away such fearsome notions
In the incendiary drone
That coils my ear drums

Hunkered down
Amongst my lowly gripes
I am destined to tussle
With the flair of melody
Fated to wrangle the eternal percussion
As they adorn my brittle thoughts
Shielding my tattered and failing hide

It is never my own
Valor that sacks the earth
Draining the teaming void
Of all her fine and masterful works

It is never my own
Fiber that gives away
That honor falls solely upon
The mercy of stagnant melodies

This constant looping refrain
Strangles foul words
Within their prime
A slow constricting mantra
That assures me I shall not despair
Nor falter or recede