[Blue Oyster Cult]

suffocat(ing)ed
by orchestrated lies
wrapped gently around my mind
with the violins' high pitched ties
i awaken from this sympathetic symphony
into slurred speeches
by an earless maestro
with a sprint phone for a baton
directing me to sing a song
to the count of his blinks
while i play the cow bell
catching it and losing it
the beat soon catches me
and a kind of harmony begins
and persists
suffocating all
our duet of orchestrated truths
begins to warp the minds of the people
to realize...they need more cow bell, baby!