ZÒꓶꓕⱯN: A Serious Guy

[Intro Instrumental] I'm not your pleasant treat!.. Don't even think about it!.. [Verse 1] Neon signs are bleeding, through the rain outside my pane, Another night is falling, whispering my name again. They see the flashing lights, the rhythm in my stride, A friendly wave, a sudden grin, a current they can ride. They think they know the story, the music in my soul, A simple, upbeat tempo, taking its control. But deeper than the surface, where shadows start to crawl, There's a different melody, answering the call. [Pre-Chorus] My smile's a carefully crafted, deceptive little lie, A polished veneer, beneath a darkened sky. [Chorus] Zoltan - I'm not a pleasant treat! My symphony is darkness, where broken spirits meet. Zoltan - this is not a pleasant treat! I drown you in the echoes, of all things bittersweet! [Instrumental Loss] [Verse 2] They crave the catchy hooks, the beats that make them sway, They clap their hands to ignorance, and chase the light of day. But in the quiet moments, when the final chord descends, My solace is the Requiem, where solemn spirit bends. I find a dark enchantment, in Bach's contorted lines, The beauty of despair, in somber, grand designs. This outward show of brightness, a phantom I present, A mask for deeper currents, by bitter purpose sent. [Pre-Chorus] My laughter's a diversion, a shadow play of art, Hiding the true dominion, of a melancholy heart. [Chorus] Zoltan - I'm not a pleasant treat! My symphony is darkness, where broken spirits meet. Zoltan - this is not a pleasant treat! I drown you in the echoes, of all things bittersweet. [Bridge] You seek the easy answers, the comfort in the sound, But I will forge a weapon, on desolate ground. My art, a piercing needle, to find what lies within, And force you to acknowledge, where true, grim truths begin!.. [Verse 3] So let the speakers tremble, let the speakers bleed and weep, I'll shatter your perceptions, from secrets I will keep. You want the manufactured joy, the sugar-coated tune, I offer bitter solace, beneath the fractured moon. This is my grim devotion, this is my chosen fight, To etch into your senses, eternal, fading light. My music is a promise, a dark and endless tide, And you will feel its power, where shadows reside. [Pre-Chorus] This pulse within my being, this driven, dark desire, Will burn your empty pleasures, with an unholy fire. [Final Chorus: Full Power!!! Ad-libs.] Zoltan - I'm not a pleasant treat! My symphony is darkness, where broken spirits meet. Zoltan - this is not a pleasant treat! I drown you in the echoes, of all things bittersweet! Zoltan - I'm not a pleasant treat! My symphony is darkness, where broken spirits meet. Zoltan - this is not a pleasant treat! I drown you in the echoes, of all things bittersweet!.. [Outro: ad-libs.] Yes, I'm not your pleasant treat!.. Don't even think about it!.. Yes, I'm not your pleasant treat!.. Don't even think about it!..