Because the Mind is Afflicted

Although the mind be afflicted
There was Jesus through the music that man played.
Oh, here they are again the voices that no one could hear that caused him to fail.
From strings of two to four, he filled a man's heart and found salvation.
Oh there is Nirvana in music, a passionate lover indeed. Oh how his music moved me. To tears and back again. I found myself in another world. One of truth and vitality, where the air was so tangible it was as if I was walking through water.
Oh I finally saw color rippling around me!
Oh how his music touches me!
Dripped on wounds I am strong again. I can live a little more.
With it I am all powerful.
I can fly, sing, dance my way out of hell for once.

But because the mind was afflicted, he saw the truth.
There is an end to every tune.
Because he was afflicted he asked himself:
"How long can one run from hell before the music stops?"


Ladies and Gentlemen, it is because of this he NEVER drops the bow.
And it is because of this I will NEVER stop listening.

Thank you.