Poetic Music

Pandora's box

  Look, I've taken to your sins father

 The apple doesn't fall far from the tree?

 Let me show you what you can't believe

 you see, the ground rots beneath my feet

 I've poisoned our roots can't you see?

 This melody of fire soaring screams higher

 Could it be, Could it be?

 The screech brings me to my knees

 From joy to joy I bleed

 There is this symphony I think is me

 A tale with madness it plants its seed

 Drown it, burn it, see it freed

 Likewise I have come back to haunt

 And you know what I want

 I'll sever your life, Eyes wide my reason will daunt

 I now hold Pandora's box

 In the eerie night the apocalypse stalks

 The end is close,

 but before then

go mad to the doom foretold by clocks.