it fills your head
your brain
your blood
the sound
it's deafening
it's blistering
it's pulsing
through your veins
they whisper
come and sing
sing a song
of death and love
sing of what
you see above
your head
is filled with
every single
note
there's more to come
there's more to
sing of all
that you can see
sing of him
of you
of me
sing so every
single voice
can join
there's more to come
(there actually is more to come, i just haven't thought of it yet.)