yesterday my life
turned around with a sound:
the distortion of blur

I no longer felt the mundane existence
I'd come to expect from this world

because I know
I'm lost in my own little world
and it's only the moment I'm in
and so it begins

the minutes collide
into hours gone by
from the start once again:
turn it up one past ten

the neighbors understand
I am not a quiet man
this I will not deny

the pounding from above:
must want me to turn it up
I will humbly comply

because I know
I'm lost in my own little world
and it's only the moment I'm in
and so it begins

the minutes collide
into hours gone by
from the start once again:
turn it up one past ten

I can't hear you
it's just this
just me

turn it up