Testo Machina Non Grata

This story has an end
But I'm not brave enough to write it yet
Put the words down on paper
Have the blood quit pumping
I'll always be by your side

All the shows and the late nights
Let these six strings never wear thin Memorialized in sine waves
It was always gonna come to this
As terminal lucidity
Sings to me
Circle back in death I shall
Through sonic terror I will live forever
Out your speakers from the other side
Valhalla beware
Begin to prepare
A fight I was never supposed to win
Let these mortal lines speak instead

Heavy headed and still hungover
And jealousy is still hell
The rain never came and it never will Just the same, my reflection has no name
And the violent sound still rings out
Born with nothing to die the same
Yours truly