yesterday my life   turned around with a sound:   the distortion of blur      I no longer felt the mundane existence   I'd come to expect from this world      because I know   I'm lost in my own little world   and it's only the moment I'm in   and so it begins      the minutes collide   into hours gone by   from the start once again:   turn it up one past ten      the neighbors understand   I am not a quiet man   this I will not deny      the pounding from above:   must want me to turn it up   I will humbly comply      because I know   I'm lost in my own little world   and it's only the moment I'm in   and so it begins      the minutes collide   into hours gone by   from the start once again:   turn it up one past ten      I can't hear you   it's just this   just me      turn it up