All alone in my inspiration cave
I drink art like vintage wine
It turns me wild, it turns me brave
Like a shooting star not spooked to shine
I drink art like vintage wine
It melts the sturdy chains of a slave
Like a shooting star not spooked to shine
Like a repentant soul no longer depraved
It melts the sturdy chains of a slave
It unleashes the beast to cross the redline
Like a repentant soul no longer depraved
As if melodies could purify sins and crimes
It unleashes the beast to cross the redline
It gives back life to the dusty graves
As if melodies could purify sins and crimes
As if jingles could soothe the ocean waves
It gives back life to the dusty graves
It embellishes even more the beams of sunshine
As if jingles could soothe the ocean waves
As if the universe has now become mine
It embellishes even more the beams of sunshine
It turns me wild, it turns me brave
As if the universe has now become mine
All alone in my inspiration cave
