happy song,
come on.
make yourself spawn
inside my brain.
let me play you
'til i feel pain.
because i'm assuming
my fingers and forearms will hurt.
and these thoughts that are a-blooming
they are exploding
from nowhere in spurts.

happy song,
come on.
i can't do this alone.
all i hear is deep drone.
fashion me
a harmony
and lace it with stone.
to make it rock
and roll
and carry with a stroll.
you do as you please
i will just simply
be the pawn
the only one
in your hypnosis;
musical religiousness.

swallow me
in hypocrisy.
follow me
through my body.