Mastermind

(Verse 1) In the heart of sound, where echoes bound, A maestro weaves his dreams. With a guitar's strum, the notes that come, Are more than what they seem. (Chorus) Oh, Steven Wilson, with your Porcupine Tree, Your music flows, sets our spirits free. In every chord, a story told, A symphony of silver, not of gold. (Verse 2) From "Lazarus" rise, to "Trains" that sigh, Each song a journey's start. "Arriving Somewhere" but not here, A canvas for your art. (Bridge) The "Sound of Muzak" in our ears, "Blackest Eyes" have seen our fears. But in this space, we find our peace, As "Anesthetize" gives us release. (Chorus) Oh, Steven Wilson, with your Porcupine Tree, You paint the silence, a sonic spree. In every album, a new frontier, With every note, you draw us near. (Chorus) Oh, Steven Wilson, with your Porcupine Tree, You paint the silence, a sonic spree. In every album, a new frontier, With every note, you draw us near. (Interlude) (Outro) So here's to the man, and his band so tight, Who lift our souls to an astral flight. For in their music, we find a key, A door to the heart of harmony. (End)