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Strumming my guitar. Plucking my bass. Pressing keys on the piano. My mind is tellin' me that I had to be a ace. Feelin' the rhythm, through the music notes. Shoving my music down people's throats.
A hush without sounds Envelopes me As the static age of electricity Screams and shrieks over my room Out of the walls, the floor And shush For the sound Is no more