Rock it’s my painkiller

I found a cave in rock music
made of blasting sounds
and stretched vocal cords
that’s my refuge

I know as I knew
how the dust tastes
Conscious as I am
of my strange thoughts
I can’t evade ‘em
and I can’t deal with them

A bullet can low them volume down
but fearful as I am
I found a better way to shut ‘em up

And the way is rock music
rage and anger as sounds
even love isn’t floppy in rock music
what a magic tool to grow dim
that stupid human tendency
that makes you wondering
reasons and whys.

Then I adjust the dial of gain
until my humanity it’s away again
And I shut it up in a jail
for a while along with pain.