Black canvas and music

Not afraid of painting on the black canvas, the night

The luminescent sphere partially lighting up the sky

Not afraid to live after the clock arrows have gone around twice

Breathing in the music again

As I play

The notes invading my veins

Like blood

The music inside my veins and head

Not afraid of driving through the black canvas, the night

The orange lights on the sides as I rush by

Not regretting to have visited your bed after the clock has gone to rest

Listening to the music again

As I freely play

The notes on the script tripping my skin

Like white paper

The notes covering my white skin and brain

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