Nimble fingers deteriorate
Kicked forth to aspire
Driven mad
By a timeless hunger

To be all the rage
The toast of your time
To be hoisted high
And smothered by affection

Nimble fingers
Coast calmly through the night
Propelled by dreams
That forever toil in the mind

All to unleash
The savagery within
The indwelling horror
That rages with passion and vigor  

Nimble fingers
Dull and decay
Calloused with time
As the mind softly withers

To remain
Stoic and unchanged
Brimmed with ailing prestige
Far off
From the cool bounty of youth

It was all for not
The chorus eerily chimes
From the weary hearts of laborers
Worn, brittle and tired