I was talking to a friend last week about writing a song in two chords. The next day Mike Schuyler came over and played me the opening guitar part. I was already writing a poem about meeting your devil by leaving your persona at the door during a musical performance so it quickly became a song.
Leave yourself at the door, walk into this room a new person. The world in your image and the music too. Leave the logical outside, jobs and marriage, politics as well. If your fucked up side hides long enough it'll raise a bloody hell. In this room while we play, the truth is reserved. But love will conquer all and the youth will be served. Screams of Passion; they're just my songs to be song. But grow up fast, because who the gods hate will stay forever young. In this room we can dance all night and never know defeat. The logical man is hung from the rafter while we take turns swinging on his feet. In this room we let our love and our fears yell. So leave yourself at the door and come raise a bloody hell.
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