Turn the dial, on I come, liberated into your mind,
As you zone out into your world, I set the tempo,
Tranced into a state where all flow effortlessly,
Your eyes slowly grow into a stare,
Your hands work on their own, as if possessed,
By my spirit within you, I have taken control;
Know what is enshrined within, now is not blind,
To your articulations, are now so nouveau?
Mine own know not of which is rarely,
Discovered, or thought of, but now in prayer,
Written so frantically, unaware of the obsessed,
My Song, the one that now I so extol...