Distortion on it own is a pure devil If found in music can turn the world Upside down. Feed me with Tranquility, let my pulse run smoothly In accordance to the organized rhythm. I alone bear the conflict in noise Heard by my heart. Surges irregular Squeezes out peace and brings struggles To the heart that pumps my beats. Once there's a conflict Peaceful pulsation pumps prey The innocent cells in my heart. All through the entire mass I rumbled round without Finding a note, a sound out of the Musical raps and chat to rest If only at a plagal cadence. Feed me with tranquility and Free me of storms found in distorted music For I am the world and my heart, the resting place.