SOON You Will Know That YOU Are SANE (You’re On Top of The World Again) – The Time Is Right For Making Promises to Your MADNESS

STAY A WHILE. DRINK SOME OF THIS TIGER MILK. GROW STRONG. WE NEED YOU STRONG.

THERE IS MUCH WORK TO BE DONE. DRINK SOME OF THIS, IN A WEEK, YOU’LL HAVE WINGS ON YOUR FEET.

Rick Grimes claims he was saved by crazed fascist with baseball bat by stray tiger.

the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you’ve got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher’s looking up your skirt

You’ve been used, you’re confused
Write a song, I’ll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane

You’re on top of the world again

Lisa knows a girl who’s been abused
It changed her philosophy in ’82
She’s always looking for a fight
She keeps the neighbours up all night

I go to her when I’m feeling slack
The girl’s using me as a punching bag
I think that I could help her out
But the girl’s got a lot to be mad about

But in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah, she’s losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah, she’s losing it
Oh yeah, she’s losing it

Lisa met Chelsea at the knocking school
Chelsea didn’t feel like following the rules
But they left the place for another school
Where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls

Chelsea was the one who’s been abused
It changed her philosophy in ’82
She says “Inch for inch and pound for pound
Who needs boys when there’s Lisa around?”

But in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah, she’s losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah, she’s losing it
She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah, she’s losing it
She doesn’t speak to anyone until four o’clock
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah, she’s losing it
Oh yeah, she’s losing it

When your heart shows up

All doorstep, with burnt clothes and tear drop eyes

A beat up, pushed down, singing story,

Wringing from breathed sighs,

I would grasp for, Dear, I Love You

   Taught this Curest every ill,

While you flash small recognition,

For your inner urge to kill

But now I swing much further toward you

Unlearning empathetic fright,

In the space less of a post strophe’ease– 

    I grab the nearest sight of FIRE!

Us Let Do It! Tossing, Spinning

Home run end into your grip

A baseball bat, you choke up vis’bly

Portal’s torches blink brightly lit…

On the precipice of hunting

At the hour of our revenge

I chastise us, “It’s so easy to love weapons.”

And then you flash those switchblade eyes

    You grasp my hand and issue, ‘Quickly!’

And we chase pain into the night..

-Cypress B

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