There's a lock and music is the key,
My escape from this reality.
With every scream and growl,
The pain in my chest releases a howl.
With the drums of my heartbeat,
The words bring me to my feet.
The bass strums out my sorrow,
My soul I let the guitar borrow.
I trust to get it back without a scrape,
Music is my one, true escape.
Forget your heaven, screw your hell,
I feel the pain the lyrics tell.
Thoughts of depression, screams of anger,
Growls of sorrow, I let them linger.
I don't want the pills,
I need the music that fills.
The pain in my chest,
That their vocals put to rest.
When nothing else works,
The earbuds fit like corks.
Theres no other way for me,
Music is the guard, pain the escapee.
