In my head everything was perfect
  every note resounds in harmony
  but all I seem to offer up are dischords
  and every note I sing sounds out of key
  and every time I play with passion
  I start breaking strings
  and my voice cracks
  when I sing from my heart
  guess that's the price
  I've got to pay to know that i'm alive
  this melody is tearing me apart
    so now what do I have to show
  and what price do I have to pay
  and like a sayan I won't grow
  unless I'm battered in the fray
  and we're all in the same machine
  each one with his own broken dreams
  passion gives way to failure
  so let's all try and understand
  you take my hand and i'll take yours
  we'll let our passion bleed