I feel my limbs detach at the friendly, familiar words
The voice of a god or prophet, angry or loving
Blasphemous oracle

Sunk into myself, I feel bigger than I am
Floating, like nothing matters anyway

As my lips move in chorus to the preacher
I feel my body tremor
And as the words drip from my tongue
I see the old world grow

Coming down now as the voice falters
I feel my body shrink and pain returns
As reality refocuses

Serenity shattered into shards that sting my eyes
A whimper deep within grows to an angry roar

I bellow for a recall,
"Bring the prophet back!"
A choir of angry voices chants,
"Bring the prophet back!"
Peace would be restored if you would
"Bring the prophet back!"
There can be no other remedy but to
"Bring the prophet back!"

Music like a drug
A tonal induced high
The euphoric taste of melody
We need it to get by

Addicted to the sound
Of one beloved man
Bring us back the melody
So we can live again

A voice to tie us down
With the nerve to leave us hanging
A god that doesn’t care
But we love him anyway

<3

Well, I'm glad at least one person had two letters to say.

That's pretty neato.

What melody?

I like it.....