The Beatbox is Burning
New acapella available to buy
Got busted by the feds
Hiding under the bed
The bass was booming
The law was looming
My hearing is returning
The beatbox is burning
The beatbox is burning
The rhythm is a shout
Like radiation fallout
Melody like a dream
The music is a scream
The beat is turning
The beatbox is burning
The beatbox is burning
She has a vacant stare
Thats turning to a glare
Throwing round my stuff
I have had enough
My ears are hurting
The beatbox is burning
The beatbox is burning
The generator in my brain
Is driving me insane
Its getting like a drug
I have to pull the plug
From the point of no returning
The beatbox is burning
The beatbox is burning
His Eyes on Me
New acapella available to buy
I see you in a dream of glass
Within a sensual reflection
Just a faded silhouette
Against a moonlit illusion
His eyes on me
Peaking through the Venetian blinds
And the veiled window shades
Torn through the fabric of space
A vision that never fades
His eyes on me
The fire of passion catches him
And ignites a burning soul
An image imprinted in his mind
That is making him feel whole
His eyes on me