I am thirteen
And my music betrayed me
The joyful tunes I can’t live without
It programs my brain
Very vividly
How come my music
Is so damaging
What if I die
Before finishing the song
My ears are always
Listening
Concentrating, attending,
Attending
I have to learn how to listen
Before i can share my music
My music is too deadly for me
What if I die before I’ve listened to it
It will chant
To the people
Tell the truth about the world
There is something that needs to be done
My ears are always
Listening
Concentrating, attending,
Attending
Nobody ever stops to think
About my side of it
I should have the soundtrack myself
My ears are sharper than theirs
Why do I have to be the one
Who cares
I will have nothing to listen to tomorrow
Will I live long enough
To finish the soundtrack
My ears are always
Listening
Concentrating, attending,
Attending