Let me help you
through this voyage
let me take you deep inside this
unbelievable tour through music

so now you're all grown up
so you decided what you like
you learned to play
and decided what to say
it goes a little bit like me
so you wrote your own song
and invented a tone
another track in the record machine

so you wanted to fly
and concur the sky
get up on the stage and look down from the top
party all night
make up rhymes on the site
take that pistol and take that deadly shot
pull the trigger of our helpless god
take away that little star
no more shining like before
just sinking more and more
being self depressed
this little boy is possessed
take his head off
tare his heart out
kill the spirit of his pencil
and the papers leave to burn out

killed away by lakes of sorrow
blood and notes on strings of metal
harmony is just a syndrome
rhythm is a side effect
take the king away from his kingdom
and shove that knife through his neck
volume's just a drug
and happy pills will make you sad
so listen to the music in your head and smile
let them make you what they want you to hear
boy be brave and have no fear
''because once again you get grown up
and teach you children what to hear

music is your life, don't let it die