Life on Strings

Counter balance those
Who choose not to implement their voice
With a certain kind
Let the instruments unwind
The notes are indeed unkind

What is to be stored away?
Relics from a bygone age
What is it you cannot see?
The formula has made you freeze
Life on strings

Wanting to be told
But the mark of early signs unfold
You intend to read
But it's obvious you need
To be told of your disease

This song is found on:
The Brother Martin