My aching legs await the words that pour from pens

The kind he sings in rhyme define my every step

It ends and briefly then the puppet strings go limp

But when it starts again, so does its Sisyphus

Cause all I know is this: the song that never quits

In the earworm from hell

There’s a cell behind the bars and lines

Don’t believe in the lie

When the pie says music died

Beneath your mp3 a scеne repeats all day

It’s mе who plays the lead but dreams of an escape

As if a broken disc could skip an endless jam

My arms are slaves to art, I march to bard’s command

On charts Descartes is crammed, he sings therefore I am

In the earworm from hell

There’s a cell behind the bars and lines

Don’t believe in the lie

When the pie says music

Diatonic decay

Da capo decapitates

Do re mi fa so la ti do

Oh slay me god or let me go