I cannot comment on the piece of beauty in fear of
One snip, one clip, one zip
I cannot appreciate the feeling of mere sound
Else I falsely interpret the content
Nope, not that, must be something else [affirmation]
Can't I gyrate in pronunciation in my own melody
Surrounding myself with melody beat listeners
Who see, speak, hear no evil, ready to come face-to-face
With evil itself, the sheer gut of unwavering existence
I miss these pedestal places, these pieces of prowess
I must come out clean