I got it at last
I drilled a hole in my skull
And let the songs escape
Let the words bleed to the page
My subconscious is messy
Unable to speak the language
But trying desperately to communicate
The babble and jargon
Begin to take shape
And compose themselves
In patterns and bars
Notes and scales
Verse and chorus
And then it rests again
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