(one, two, three, fouur)

A microphone has an aura of sounds around it

When the lips make contact facts of fiction surround it

Unbounded noises founded, praises mounted,

But I get grounded.

Allow it and it will flow through the screen

Soft spoken or a scream will

stream through the means of time

That will amplify the vibe which I thrive for

Mental doors or windows open or close

Depending on which moments I chose

Guitars bass

Check your tone

Yo where's Mike B

I'm on the microphone

And Barry C.

He rocks hard like stone

The 4 elements Tokyo to Rome

Flows occur blank pages turn into rows of words

Or rows of phases in a particular matrix

The basis for this is instruments

with a microphone

Recycle tone through the cords

to clone the not shown

Thus superb yet absurd

Got no reason for concern

Guitars bass

Check your tone

Yo where's Mike B

I'm on the microphone

And Barry C.

He rocks hard like stone

The 4 elements Tokyo to Rome

Chorus:

When I'm feeling this was

I just must play

I release me through the urgency

Our consciousness is collective

This force we've made

Will always remain

Music completes a certain part of me

But there's not enough words to express me fully

We've been pushing on the cord to the outlet

Of the electrical socket

Music transforms form into thorn

That's poking the old prick looking at kiddie porn

I scorn not born locked to mock

Not the flock so us four chose to rock

Guitars bass

Check your tone

Yo where's Mike B

I'm on the microphone

And Barry C.

He rocks hard like stone

The 4 elements Tokyo to Rome

When I'm feeling this was

I just must play

I release me through the urgency

Our consciousness is collective

This force we've made

Will always remain (x3)

Four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four