Beware Mr. McGlynn

Hidden in the back room
Tucked away and out of sight
But no dust gathered upon them
Regular use of components

Broken down into sub-modules
Ready for assembly into a weapon of sonic destruction
A fortress needs to be constructed

Once assembled, the weapon is plugged in
48 volts supplied, awakened
The capsule collects vibrations
Conducive to aural orgasm

Hunched over through the dead of night
Once the recordings are finalized
Prepare to upload the weaponized audio masterpiece
It's dynamite

It's finished, the grand unveiling is nigh
His work is not in vain this time
Channeling the most pristine music
Transporting you to paradise
The masses of the populace were decimated in audio ecstasy

It worked, it went off without a hitch
Research and development in which
The evaluation of sonic characteristics were totally subjective

My taste is second to none
My taste is the only one left
They're all gone they're all gone
What have I done?

It's finished, the grand unveiling is nigh
His work is not in vain this time
Channeling the most pristine music
Transporting you to paradise
The masses of the populace were decimated in audio ecstasy

Wait
Ten
Eleven
Twelve strikes the hour now
I couldn't contain my shock when everyone ascended to the afterlife after all
I couldn't contain my shock

Beautiful harmonies
Reproduced with such clarity
Not a hint of distortion at all
Not a chance of getting second place in the halls of fame in time and space
This is the end of the race
This is it



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Brucke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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