A die-hard Lynx never succumbs to pallid music
Unless the antithesis of the song moves sideways
Plastic feelings and barbed mouse traps are sadistic
When they wrap you in a curtain of grey energy todays
Leave a black iron heart on the railroad tracks
Ah, the euphonic sounds of the sweetest terror
That tough heart will derail all and suffer no attacks
Fine champagne will be served with great fervor
Non-Euclidean dancing may rescue the tunes
As lines become circles on the G clef
If only this could happen real soon!
Oh, how the world has gone tone deaf!
Genius is gone, only mediocrity is here
Lost is the music of the spheres….