Hang The Cyst

Hang The Cyst
Was he badly mistaken or guided
As he’d wonder his valley built in silence
He’d cover his face to speak
As he chewed off his finger to the bone
The haze of his coloured days
That marched with content as his dignity splits to unveil
His bitter sweetness

The town would shudder and stare
At his pleasant to a single glare
As he makes his way through the local square
And he says to them
You’re a broken fence in the yard of annoyance
You’re a broken fence in the yard of annoyance
Annoyance
Hang the cyst
Hang the cyst
Hang the cyst
The first time that they saw him laugh
Was at the sight of his wilting noose
And the chance was soon reduced to an angry silence
He escaped in the shock of the snap
His wonderful vanishing act
Was a spectacle but not one anyone expected
The ruse was planned as much as the broach pinned dagger
The ruse was planned as much as the broach pinned dagger
Catch the cyst
Catch the cyst
Catch the cyst
Catch the cyst