Preservation from By Design by Test of Time

A MOMENT TRAPPED IN GLASS, STARING BACK
WHILE THE SWEAT STUNG MY EYES
NO CONCERN FOR GOING DEAF
AS LONG AS MY VOICE REIGNED LOUDER, LOUDER THAN THE REST
CUT AND PASTE, WHAT’S THIS ALL ABOUT?
I DON’T KNOW THE BANDS, BUT I’VE GOT TO FIND OUT
NO SCENE, BUT THEY STILL MADE THE DRIVE
THE FIRST NOTES STRUCK AND I KNEW I BELONGED
I SOAK IT IN, BUT I’M STILL TOO DRY
IMPRINTED BY THE WORDS
OF HEROES I’VE BUILT IN MY MIND
BEFORE I KNEW OF THE BULLIES, GRUDGES AND PROFIT MARGINS
WHEN EVERY FLOOR WAS A STAGE. LYRICS BECAME MY ANTHEMS.
SCRAWLED ON NOTEBOOKS AND CARVED OUT IN MY MIND.
I DIDN’T SEE THE IRONY AND I’M SURE THAT I MIXED MESSAGES,
BUT WHAT I DID GRASP, I MADE PERSONAL
AND IT STILL RINGS TRUE TODAY
YOU SANG ABOUT THE ONE THING STILL HOLDING TRUE AND THAT’S NOT YOU
BUT I DON’T CARE, I DON’T CARE
I TOOK YOUR MEANING AND MADE IT MY OWN
CONTEMPORARIES GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS
IT TOOK ONLY A GLANCE TO GET IT ALL BACK

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