Nothing syncs, sound melodies are monstrous to me;
I try and swing on those vibrations,
The momentum is too paradoxical to me-
I fight with my cacophony,
I crawl over the dead sounds,to catch the soul.
But all I get to see are some empty corpses,
Could I insist to tune up your eardrum?
As the soul is a shape shifter, its possibly
on its way to my empty vessel.
