Music of life is an audio illusion
A fusion of classical, acid jazz
And electric guitar battling
Pipes and the nights are as wild
Flaring in expeditions in low riding impalas
for the right amount of dollars
Into the wee hours of the night
And it's God's Him's delight
And the music reaches a new height
This is the place where two songs collide
On which song of life he'll ride
March into the beat of a different drum
Unable to embrace the revelation
Harmonizing spirit, soul, and body
Of the right song to be played at the party
I call life, which is engulfed
Some songs never get done,
the truth of Satan's real
The truth is one came to give life,
Christ is real, the truth of Satan's real
Which truth do you choose,