As ashes fill the rain,
A young boy lied in tears.
As acid barely numbs his pain,
A small tune catches his ears.

Following the tune, like savage dogs
Hunting for its vulnerable prey,
The boy finds a cassette behind some logs
With a broken tune that plays.

Curious, the boy rewinds this tape
And restarts the distorted tune.
He's startled by a corrupting break
That reveals to be soft and soothe.

It's beauty floats around the child
Relieving his anguish and ambition.
The beat lifts his hope for miles
Every time he plays and listens.

The boy sings as he twirls
As if a stranger might have heard,
"Everybody wants to rule the world,"
Yet there's no one left to serve.