"Saviour"

Though the air is composed of
cheats and liars,
and insurance salesmen,
the sweet melodic sounds
that travel through my headphones
reverberate in my skull
and seem to leave me happy and tranquil and well
like a 5 year old on a midsummer day

here we go

Though the sky is composed of
fogs from the parasites
it brightens my day
knowing that when i get home
i'll drift away
to sweet melodic sounds
that travel through my brain
and echos in my head
seem to leave me happy and tranquil instead
of the alternative

here we go
here we go
here we go