Journalistic Sound
By Unintended •
Storytellers of note,
Go to the music charts
And paint the lows
Sing of love, hate and broken hearts
Baffled that you seem to know
About my pain and smiles
You echo my woes
And moments of exile
Therapy in a recording studio
Strings of hearts, you play
Puppet master of the zeros
Possessing power in a chord
Us mere mortals bow
To the music lords