Emilie Autumn

The music I heard once
Was louder
Than it is now
I can no longer distinguish
Pained cries
From shouts of joy
Perhaps my ears are deaf
Or the interference too great
Still the order I remember
Has given way to discord
And while running wild was exciting
It was so
Only for a moment
Fleeting as a note
Leaving an even more transparent impression
The music I recall
Was different than it is now
For the new makes the old seem
Older than it is