Words verbose, gory to what end do they serve?  Or images vivid scarlet horrors absurd  Of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell  The notes that you choose and the beats that you sell    You're not giving all the glory to Him  Because your artwork depicts a severed limb  And all the people buy into your deceit  Because you're keeping way too frantic a beat  They said to Bach three hundred years ago  "You work in the church there's something you should know"    "We hired you to write music that glorifies  But these toccatas and fugues just simply horrify"  He said, "they're simply notes put together in bars  And why you think that's wrong I just throw up my arms"    Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts  Dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot  The leprous stumps of the sick and the lame  The stoning of Stephen, Job's scab covered frame  And John the Baptist - a head on a pletter  Remove this gorefest - why should it matter?    You say this pace beckons evil spirits  But I care not what you call it  To me it's two hundred beats per minute  On tablature I scrawled it    If you arrived at the site  Of Calvary's scarlet fright  Would fears have made your feet take flight  And turn away from our Lord's plight