Acting Thru Music

Let me sing like turning a wooden ring
we spent nights toiling by twilight
by the river's edge I pounded my drums' heads
until they changed the locks

on and on
this acting thru music
on and on this dying inside
on and on and on

I won't sing
I won't speak
I won't write
I won't fight
I won't act
I won't lie
I won't pretend that "we" won't die

on and on
this acting thru music
on and on this dying inside
on and on
this acting thru music
on and on this suicide
on and on and on
on and on and on

on and on