What pride, what power? When did our intent get so dour? What pride, what power? When did our intent get so dour?

To save us from pain masqueraded in chrome. To save us from pain masqueraded in chrome.

Of mortal souls, I am the keeper... Of mortal souls, I am the keeper...

Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...

A Daily Guest... A Daily Guest...

But whenever I touch the instrument and pick it up to have a delightful time.I suddenly get stricken... But whenever I touch the instrument and pick it up to have a delightful time.I s...