• The blaring noise makes my head pound,
    But I just can't seem to leave the sound.
    It comforts me and tells me to stay,
    It says it never wants me to go away.
    This new place that I have found,
    Fills me with hope, love and sound.
    It's what helps me douse the fire,
    And tries to help find my desire.
    I panic when it's time to go,
    Even when I truly think I don't know,
    Deep down I know it's time to go.
    I blame it on them,
    On everyone else.
    Though if it weren't for them,
    I wouldn't have found my blaring noise,
    Or my chaotic scene of poise.
    If it weren't for them,
    I wouldn't have found my Pandemonium.