A song about the abstract self discovery. This is the last song I wrote be for Buster joined.

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For a short period of time I had an Alesis QS6. It was a good board but lacked the analog controls I like. So I traded it for the DX-200, but befor I did I wrote this song.

Broken harlots pass out pentince, speak delussiones through the lines.
I hold my head to Drown my sorrow,
In your secret garden cry.
Shadows move to over take me!
Or just finally take me home?
The cold of snow mathces your heart,
And your hearts just an empty hole.

Basterdise the words I've spoken,
I'm just a basterd after all.
Plagerise the lies I've stolen
Pin my wisdoms on the wall.
Tell me its the sum of nothing...
You plus me plus all my dreams.
Maybe you can drowns my sobbing by encouraging my angry screams.

Homeless Moguls own the world.
Oil drips from eyes of coal.
I sold all that I had to carry,
I got two fifty for my soul.
Walking down the streets of Paris,
red lights get the best of me.
Lying naked in the darkness
Payments show what I can be.

Basterdise the words I've spoken,
I'm just a basterd after all.
Plagerise the lies I've stolen
Pin my wisdoms on the wall.
Tell me its the sum of nothing...
You plus me plus all my dreams.
Maybe you can drowns my sobbing by encouraging my angry screams.