I'm a legend being born, through this treacherous storm, being left to fend myself as a child was the norm,
I fight against an enemy, that's attempting to get my spirit torn... out, I feel been scorned
I been cold and alone in this world, now sounding off the horn,
the day the music died is when I first mourned, feasting on American pie,
and discovered a way to escape the pain and trauma that's been plaguing the inside of my mind,
so bye, bye, hopefully, it goes away and dies,
I need an escape, disrupt the timeline, fine, intertwined the past and future, rewind,
a dimension bind now I'm inclined to find my voice,
the passion intensified, mixed with affliction dripping into my musical choice
Words, I rock with stars, intergalactic like Mars,
I milk these ways, I rise for another day,
height beyond your sight, this thunderous cat is roaring, suffering pain,
formed a group of like minds to play the parts of my wrecked chain,
guitars, drums, basslines, we took flight as the "Astral Plane",
float on
reaching into souls tugging on...hearts strings, we felt the love from the crowd that was being attained
We all go through the anguish of gain, this release is in our rugged lane,
The drive is what I ascertained, peace of me, we are not the same,
I am a vessel that the emotionally unconstrained,
my only lament is for the ones who have refrained
I bow to the ones that consider me acclaimed, this fame has messed with the gears of my brain,
expectation's frame, vibrating the strings of my lane, headbangers ball is my reign, dang the fame,
it's tightening its grip, the pressure inflamed my mental facilities are still struggling to maintain
our strains, raw lyrics, plus rocking the stage
leaving crowds shocked... amazed, like wildfires through towns we blaze
sold-out shows with thousands screaming, many praised
not sure exactly about what's the cost of this fame
secluded deep down as the demons peep out their hideous head attempting to take their claim
enticed by the dope, drinks toxic links to attempt to escape the past pain
the wild nights consuming my veins, overshadowing the bits of talent that shallowly remain
my dream was the escape, now a treacherous wound is opened as it scrapes
meteoric performance, every boundary we break, rock wild new challenges leaving me at stake
success's pressure is viciously forcing me to innovate
but at the same time, it's disconnecting my state
the inner demons are rattling loudly screaming as they escalate
threatening to dismantle the bond I formed with my bandmates
Amidst the chaos, I met Fate, she and I had similar monstrous traits, that we both equally hate
together our souls entangled from our depths from the music we'd create
she believed that I could overcome the demons, telling me, "It's not late"
I find myself in the rehab state, struggling, arguing with the nurses screaming, "Please, please wait!!! I can't take this break!!!"
But these withdrawals are giving my body uncontrollable aches
They hold me down attempting to sedate, the days pass to weeks as the torture peaks, till I hear the sound of music so sweet,
I begin to wake, through an open door, a bright light breaks, and there I see a silhouette of my Fate
she takes my hand out the door to "Astral Plane" ready to rock reunited with bandmates