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I remember the stories they used to tell me, About how beautiful and powerful she was She was a goddess amongst mortal men, Every sound she made was as pure as an angel resting on her shoulder Every word she spoke brought passion and clarity For those fortunate enough to hear her voice But that is no longer those are just stories from the past I see the way they treat her now The way they disrespect and take advantage of her They used her for their own personal gain, success and fame They've tricked her into thinking it was all done for love But really it was done for money They say money is the route of all evil But I know its people Its people who have carried our most treacherous crimes against her It is people who have tried to suck and nearly drained the blood from her soul Her name is music; she was once innocent and perfect But now I fear for the worst The day we drain her of all her blood For be the day music dies From Letras Mania