The Desert

Well I went into the desert and I found many things
I found rocks, and twigs, and bugs, and sand, and imaginary springs
As I set next to a cactus, a portal opened next to me
And from the ground I heard a sound more evil than anything
Arose a demon, he was steamin’, saying he was mad at me
He said, ''stop making art, with all my heart, I'm begging you please
Every sinner, that’s joined me sir, that’s now in hell
When they heard your noise, they have no choice but to kill themselves.''

I said, ''Devil, whatcha tryna say?
My music's so awful no one wanted to stay?
Well that’s awful rude, even for you
I doubt what you're saying is even true
Oh Lucifer excuse me sir, but I believe you not
You wanna stop me, huh, 'cause my musica is a gift from god?''

He said ''no you moron, it's an issue with real estate
We don’t have enough resources or living space
And I know in Hell they said you’d be tortured
But after 15 minutes of pain everybody just gets bored
I mean like there's a certain pain threshold, you know?
Eventually you just get used to it.''

So I said
I said, ''Devil, whatcha want me to do?
I can’t stop making music, even for you
If I don’t make a song, I think I’ll explode
I’m sorry if it kills everyone on the globe''
Suddenly, a thought popped in my head
''Devil how bout I fix your problem, instead
I can make music and you can torture the dead
Hear this idea that’s stronger than lead:

Devil, I’ll make my songs
Publish them and drop them all
Straight to hell, I’ll drop them down
All throughout the demon town
Their ears ‘ll bleed for eternity
As they cry within their cells
And up on earth will be serenity
And the living won’t kill themselves''

He said, ''you gotta deal, like a pretty whore
Make the music nice and bad
I’ll blast each song, forevermore
As the ultimate punishment''
And the devil jumped back in his hole after all was said and done
So I learned guitar, learned piano and made this shitty album