Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
(Song lyrics to "Mad World" by Tears for Fears' as heard on the 1983 album 'The Hurting')

"Smiling" Act:Two-Bustin' My Balls For Bullshit

I walk towards Scat's vehicle. I open the car and reach for my smokes on top the dash. When things get hairy you never leave a sign that you were there. I light up in the rain. Bloodied Rockstar approaches me from behind. I turn around to see parts of his face still barely bleeding. He looks at me and says "Can I have one?" Without question I toss the pack over to him and say "Sure, you can even have two". He grabs a cig then tosses it back to me. I offer Scat a smoke, this time he accepts. You don't fuck with Obi Scat Cat. No one fucks with Obi Scat Cat and gets away it. Rockstar, looks at us then at the ground "What the hell is next then?". You have to go back to zero. All this time you were led the wrong way, the only thing you can do is go back if you want to make a clear choice. Scat says to us "I am not one to host or post this negativity, but the way it shapes the things around me is something I cannot watch nor will bare for it to happen. " I flick my cig and look at Scat then Rockstar. "We going or are we gonna sit here and get fucking diseases?" says Scat. We got in his car. For some odd reason I knew that even if we gotta go back to zero, that we actually accomplished something. Its news like that that makes me smile.

I said my usual greetings and did my routine to Rosa. We have this mutual understanding. I don't fuck with her, she don't fuck with me. If someone on this block goes and mess's this shit up I go gun ho on their ass. In trade she gives me a few tomatoes or vegetables along with some cash. Protection ain't cheap nor is losing in the county fair to some fucking prick who uses chemicals to enhance their crop. Her 'other crop' is my business. No one fucks this shit up. No one. I watch through the back of my eye as she weeds the plants. I say nothing but I smile a grizzly smile.

The two cats greet me at the door. Chucks there already with a smoke lit. He's sitting next to Scat. "Pull up a chair." Scat says while gesturing with his hand. I grab a chair and sit across from the two. Chuck says "We need to talk" . As soon as I sit down I start moving around in my chair. I couldn't get comfortable nor was it a comfortable situation.Chuck says to me in a sly voice, "Hey man whats goin on?" I respond while lighting up a cig, "As if you hadn't noticed, Rockstar isn't the problem." Chuck tilts back in his chair and Obi Scat Cat hangs his head. "If it ain't him then who is it?" I say. Chuck looks at me and gives me no answer and Scat can only look down. I ash my cig and head towards the door, just then Chuck stops me " Keep an eye out on Rockstar." I respond "I lost my one good eye before and I AIN'T losing my other." I look back at Scat. His look could freeze ice. He knew something wasn't right almost worse than it was before. Chuck looked at me and smiled a devious smile.

We gathered for what we hoped was a good poker meeting. Everyone was there in their usual spot. I look at my cards and I look back over at Scat. Chucks whispering in Scat's ear. Next thing you know I catch a glimpse of Chuck slipping scat some papers. After poker was over everyone started to leave. I was in my usual last place in the line. I lit up a smoke before I could press the door open. "You ain't fucking going nowhere." says Scat. "I ain't? Who the fuck says?" I respond. "Listen, we got ourselves a problem" said Scat. He slid the papers in front of me as I grab a chair on the table. "Some motherfucka named Ned Toys took those fucking pictures". They were pictures of Chuck and Limps makin' babies sorta speak. "Shit like this is gonna hit the press and bring a shame to our boy. This little fuck keeps following our boy just to see if he fucks up. Looks like he got one, but that ain't the point. He seems to be fishing for this shit to make big. We need him gone, and done before this hits the press...Oh and don't forget our little fuck is gonna be at the annual ball. So if you have nothing planned, theres your chance." I looked up at Scat and smiled. Finally I get to be let out again.

The ball. Its the annual get together of local thugs, corrupt and noncorrupt officials and rich bastards. Its one night where we all dress up and pretend to like each other. Everyone will be there. Rockstar has the stage that night.Ned Toys is this smooth as ice young kid who takes pictures of well known faces in bad places. You cant threaten this young punk because hes dumb enough to not buy it. In order to get rid of this problem he has to be rid of altogether. Thats where I come in. In order to make this go as planned, he cant be dead before the ball. I call up my Vids.

"Vids and Harry's Video and Harware Store, how can I help you?"

"Im looking for Vids"

"One moment, please hold as I transfer you over sir."
Vid and Harry's Video and Harware Store is a store owned by Vids. Awhile back before he got it, it was called Harry's Hardware. Vids got the place basically for free. He worked out a deal with Obi Scat Cat, vowing to keep the hardware for Scat's "needs" in exchange for the store. Besides they were buddies long before Scat was Scat.

"Hi this is-"

"Vids I need your help."

"What the fuck do you need?" he responds.

"I need some good hardware for the ball"

"What kind of hardware we looking at?"he says.

"I'll put it this way: Vehicle, man, silence. Ok?"

"Pick it up as soon as you need it will be ready. Just don't forget the fact you gotta bring em back so I can make it look good, you know what I'm saying?" Vids says softly.

"Yeah."

"Good, I'll see ya around."
*Click*

(to be continued)

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She laid there drenched in her own blood. Braile paper was every where, soaked by her blood. The radio was playing "Ear doctor: Sound test 4".....

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Serial Heartbraker

Get your gun girl!
(get your gun)
Load and aim girl!
(get your gun)
Shoot and kill girl!
(get your gun)

Here comes another, girl,
just waiting to meet you.
Here he comes girl
what are you gonna do?
Hes gettin' closer girl
so set down the fear.
He's gettin' near girl
so hold back that tear.

Get your gun girl!
(get your gun)
Load and aim girl!
(get your gun)
Shoot and kill girl!
(get your gun)

Hey you ol girl
have you seen his face?
The one over there girl
without no expression trace.
He's gettin' closer girl
whatcha gotta do?
He's gettin' closer girl
so please remain still!

Get your gun girl!
(get your gun)
Load and aim girl!
(get your gun)
Shoot and kill girl!
(get your gun)

You've been here girl
is that so true?
He made your heart girl
turn from red to dark blue.
He's getting closer girl
to your blind spot
If your not careful girl
he'll melt your heart in his pot

Get your gun girl!
(get your gun)
Load and aim girl!
(get your gun)
Shoot and kill girl!
(get your gun)

This

The rules have been broken
the trust has been lost
everyones the victim
all hope has been lost

When you think the world is yours
You may not notice all the scourns
Your just another ear of sweet corn
Your just another man watching porn

If the apple fell far from the tree
Whats that mean for you and me
If this is all of Gods land
why is it in short demand

Get your gun sally and run from the man
Get your gun sally you are the that man
Aim for the best and shoot your bullet
Aim for the man not wearing a mullet.

Let it burn

While the stars are a shining
While the kids are a hiding
While the fighters are a fighting
While the liars are a lying
LET IT BURN
let it burn
turn to urn
LET IT BURN
Pictures are a falling
And the halls are a calling
Can you save all your money
Does your honey love your money?
LET IT BURN
let it burn
turn to urn
LET IT BURN
Well the poor kids are out playing
And the rich kids are a dating
The daddies have the caddies
And the movies have the cards
LET IT BURN
let it burn
turn to urn
LET IT BURN
Cause the rich are all poor
We all sleep on the floor
So pur the fuel down
And watch it all go down
LET IT BURN!

I read it

I walked. I walked till my legs felt melted jellow and my sides burned liked they were dipped in Lye. I had no reason. Everyone tells me I should have a reason, a purpose. They tell me "You should look into this.."and "You gotta do that". Bullshit. I dont know why I keep walking. Maybe its the endorphins that are getting me high. Its late. Maybe like 2:30ish in the moning kind of late. The kind that late night mixed with early morning kind of time. I swat my right hand pocket looking for my smokes. I'm out like usual. This whole quitting thing is tough, its even harder to smoke especially when you never had in the first place. You know what? I'am gonna buy a pack of smokes. I need to find a place. There's a super america in sight, I think I'll check it out. I walk up to the clerk and freeze. If I have never bought one before, how do I know whats best? "My friend here will have the Marb Reds, make that two." Fucking cop startles the shit outta of me. All I can squeak out is a thanks. He puts down cash and walks out and grabs a seat on the curb. Hey clerk dude, who's that cop? "Thats sheriff Harris. You from around here?" Yeah bye. What could I say, I was under age. I whip out a smoke and grab seat on the curb next to the Sheriff. "Listen kid, if you wanna thank me dont. You had no clue what you wanted and only real smokers can handle the red". I Inhaled. My exhale was vomit."Welcome to Marb country. Now if you'll escuse me." Some young punk kids came strolling to the station. The cop disappears. The kids walk in to the station and purchase beer. Right outta the store they all crack open a bottle. Mr. Sheriff pulls a SWAT on them and comes from nowhere. He busts em for drinking then he busts the clerk for selling. I get up and run. I hate running.

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Fuck you Scoots

I will die on Tuesday, June 27, 2062 When will you? Calculate Your Death Date

Cancer,whether physical or emotional, is curable

For every disease there is a cure.
For every pain there is a soothing.
For every jitter there is a calm.
For every hole there is a cover.
For every drop of rain there is a beam of sunlight.
For every personal hell there is a personal heaven.
For every time you suffer there is a time you are happy.

Awakening

He burst through the door in laughter and good cheer. The night around him was clear. He stood as things started to sink in. He looked to his left, no one stood there. He looked to the right and got the same. Soon the fun of before was gone. The stars in the ever so clear night sky were getting blurred. "Had I been drunk all this time?" he said to himself. He's first step was a stumbler, sending him almost to the ground. He knelt there wondering whats going on. Then the stomache started to disagree with the body. Like most in this situation, he couldnt get his stomach to strike a deal with the rest of the body. The acid, the burn, the chunks came flowing like the flooding Nile River. The vomit covered the cement block before him. There was no one there to hold his hand as he vomitted or help him up. He tried getting up but the struggle was unbearable and he fell to the ground like Jesus carrying the cross. He couldnt walk so all that was left was the crawl. He drug his sorry carcass down the sidewalk. Then she came. The face seemed familiar but he couldnt really make out who she was. Her hair blew in the soft gentle breeze. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up to his feet. She had this glass of stuff he couldnt make out if it was water or not. She drug him to her car signalling through her "drunk" muffled words that she wanted to give him a ride to wherever. She opened the passenger side door so he could drag his sorry as to the seat. It was a leather soft interior that one could lose himself too. She kept handing him a cup of whatever, and he kept drinking it. The car ride was fast and blurry. Downtown seemed like four lines of red and yellow on each side. She kept handing a cup of whatever til he refused. She even tried forcing it on him. He grabbed the cup and chucked at her, shattering it on the window beside her. He was starting see clearer. Then downtown disappeared. He soon realized he was back in control of his choices. The car stopped at a place he had never seen before. She asks for him to reach between the seat and the door for something that wasnt there, knowing that he'd have to open the door. Then her fancy red high heel boot came flying into his face. He awakens to a headache in his bed. He looks to his left and see's her there. He looks to his right and see's a used condom in the trash bin. The first thoughts in his head were "Did we, WTF!?". He jumps outta bed, throws on his robe and slippers and frantically ran towards the door. As soon as he got to the door, WHAM! A man from the otherside had kicked the door open. He regains just enough sense to realize that he knows this man and to ask the man "What the fuck!?". The man pulls out a pistol with a silencer. Two shots. The man awakens...

So I've done wrong
So you hate my guts
So should I change?
So do I give a fuck?

Call me human
Call me man
But dont call me flawless
Call me human
Call me man
But dont call me perfect

I will not be the me you want me to be
I will hurt because baby thats just me
I willl not always make you happy
I will sometimes make you wanna slap me

Call me human
Call me man
But dont call me flawless
Call me human
Call me man
But dont call me perfect

Gun

Hold the gun right here. Now shoot, and look at what my brains can do.

"Smiling" Act:One Dealing The Wrong Hand

I was tied to a chair in a room with only one light. The light was right above me. I was wearing my usual fancy tie, no shirt, suit coat, hole infested blue jeans mixed with the occasional blood splatter stain every time the two brutes hit me. They wanted answers and all I did was smile. Each time they would ask a question I would pull my head up and smile a pretty blood gushing smile. Then the two fucking brutes would look at each other, then me, then start punching again. Yes Im fucking insane. Yes I have lost my mind. They want me to speak, and all I want to do is smile.

Rosa, this girl from down the street, is tending her garden in her usual red apron red clogs red weed cutter uniform. Shes fucking insane. Everyday I walk by her she says "Well howdy neighbor, how do you do?" I respond nicely with a "Not too bad, yourself?" as I walk on by. My cig always burns to the filter at this point. I ash it then I flick it in her Garden as she watches this little ball of flame glide through the air and into her precious Garden. All she can do is smile. She goes back to tending her garden and I continue walking.

I go to the house of the man I know as Obi Scat Cat. Hes the man with connections. He knows anyone and everyone. His house is this small rundown shack on the corner of 5th and Smith. I knock three times. If you knock once or twice, its a sign that you really dont care. If you knock 4 or more its excessive and shows signs of obsessive and stupid behavior. Three times is just right. I light up another cig just as the door opens. Two tough guys open the door and let me in. Obi Scat Cat is sittin at the table. He gets up and we greet like ol'buddies we are. The ol' Hand shake to hug greeting. "Whats with the new cats?" I say. Cats are what we call the tough guys who answer the door and keep security. "Im on high alert for now and I need some faces to cover my traces" Obi Scat Cat says. " You dont look too happy Scat" Only close trusted friends can call Obi Scat Cat, Scat. "I got this feelin that some good pals of mine are tryin to fuck wit me.". "Who would fuck with you? The network of all people?" I respond as smoke slowly emerges from my mouth."I got this hunch that somehow Rockstar has something to do wit it. I want you to help me get to the bottom of this you dig?". I pull out another smoke from my pocket and offer it to Scat. He shakes his head horizontally so I light it for myself. (Inhale) "Sure Scat, Let me get my boys and we'll find out for ya as long as you give me all the(exhale) information you know." I say. He nods and reaches over to shake my hand. "Listen Scat I've got your back, now its time to-" Scat's phone rings. Its this dame, Olympa, she wanted to know when we were all gettin together. We called her 'Limp' for short. Scat hung up the phone the moment I smashed my cig in the ashtray. He looked satisified, so I smiled.

I decided to leave my boys outta this until shit gets heavy, if it does. I knocked on Rockstars door three times. He answered a little worried. He knew something was up. I tried a little talking but that shit aint his style. So we played music for awhile and the talking sorta came out. The conversation was geared towards anything but Obi Scat Cat. He would'nt talk. All he could talk about was music. Thats it. He didnt want trouble and hes a good pal of mine so I didnt disrepect his wants in his own house. We started to play some meaningful music that made him smile.

Scat had arranged the annual meeting. We all sat at this big fucking table in a smoke filled room playing poker. Scat always sat in the middle and I sat to his right. To his left was Charles aka Chuck. The three of us were considered the elite three of the group. Around the circle in clockwise formation sat Scat,Chuck, Rockstar, Fish, Cuts, Vids and Me. Tonight though was a different lineup. Scat invited the dame Limp. She was new to this group and our business actions. Scat and Chuck gave her a smile and I was my fucking self. "So what brings pretty Limp walking down here?" I sarcastically say. She's a rookie to this whole Poker thing. In no time shes down a dub. I puff my cig and watch as Scat takes the final game like usual. He looks at his chips then at Limp. Chucks is his usual weird nice. Me and the nonelite members are joking around while Scat and Chuck smile at Limp.

More and more 'meetings' would come till finally at the end of one of them. Everyone else starts leaving. I was last to leave but before I could step on the stair to leave, Limp abruptly grabs me by the arm. She drags me onto the concrete floored room away from the group. "We need to talk" the dame says. I look at her hand thats holding my arm "About what?" and I pull my arm out from her grasp."Your the only one in the group I can trust" she says. Shes has her eyes looking at me like a poor innocent sweet cat. Her cute face is fancied by an out of style feathered hooker boa that raps around her neck. She grabs my arm again and says "I need you to figure somethings out for me. It's about Rockstar, I like him and I need you to find out if he likes me ya know what Im sayin!? And Dammit keep it 'in the alley' lets keep this between you and me." Her grip gets tighter. Once again I rip my hand out from her grip. I grab a smoke from pocket and light it up. (exhale)"I'll see what I can do." The dame was relieved that I agreed to help. I gained her trust. She knew I had no attraction for her. She also knew of my connections and that my feelings for her cant get in the way since I have none for her. I walk up the stairs to the door. I stop and turn around and see the dame showing her pearly whites. I smiled back.

I did my usually route and said my greetings to Rosa. I met with Scat to talk about the progress I was making. "Hey Scat, we need to talk. Its about us boys playing Poker. I think something is up". He looks at me in the eyes then down at the floor. "I feel the same. It's no fun anymore. Theres this negativity in the air." We decided to consult Chuck on his views with this situation to see if hes got information for us. I pick up my phone and dial him up.
"Hey" he says gruffly
"Yo we need to talk about some shit" I say
"About what?"
"Pokers dying damn it, and it seems to be takin the group down with it." I say cautiously.
"I know man, I feel the same way."
I look over my shoulder to Scat looking at me concerned.
"We need to figure up whats up now before shit starts to fly."
"I agree, I'll see what I can do"he says
*click*
I look over at Scat and hes more concerned then ever. He looks at me and says,"I got a call from Limp, she needs my help." I look at him like what the fuck is going on. "Wait a sec-what does she want you do?". He looks at me in the eye and tells me that she wants help on getting Rockstar to be her man. "Fuck man! That dame wants me to do the same, she said to keep it secret!" I burst in confused anger. Another cig flings to my mouth. We pull up chairs at the old table. Scat says to me in a concerned voice "I guess if this is what she wants we might as well try to help her". I respond (with cig in mouth and tryin to light it) "I guess". Scat gives me the worried smile, I give him back the 'this-could-be-a-fucking-set up' smile.

I made a stop at Rockstar's house to get some shit straightened. I tried to make him go limp over Limp. All I could get from him was "Im not sure if I like her but I think shes good and all but theres a chance I could. I really want this gal Kats McKat, but I wouldnt mind Limp." Kats was a mysterious dame. I've met her once, but I dont know much about the dame. All he did was give me the "I do, I dont" response. He was taking middle ground. I notifified Scat and Limp on what was going on. I told'em that Rockstar said there was a chance for a "Limp and Rockstar".Scat was worried as was I. Limp on the other got happy. She was smiling.

Scat and Limp would get more involved. He told her everything, and she did the same. The thing with Limp and Chuck was also building. The Limp and Rockstar situation was the same. Except for the fact she kept demanding we get more involved and 'get him to want her'. More and more Rockstar was backing outta the group. We got suspicious and decided to take it to the next level, besides you dont just back out for no reason. We tried all we could or so we thought. Obi Scat Cat calls me up at the lean part of the night.
"Who the fu-" I say before being interuppted
"GET the fuck over here. I aint got time to explain cause shit will never be the same!" Obi Scat Cat says angerily.
*click*
I hustle my sorry ass over with guns loaded and my cig burning. I knock out out both the cats, bunch of novices. I knock three times, but no answer. I instinctively kick the door open with my nines held before me. Scat is there looking me in the face with a shotgun doing the same. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" I say. Scat looks at me and around me. "SHIT AINT FLY AND I THINK ROCKSTAR IS THE GUY!!" Scat shouts. I say "AND WHAT ABOUT THIS SHIT WITH LIMPS!?" Scat looks at me and says "IF I AM HOLDING THEM BACK THEY MIGHT AS WELL JUST DISCONNECT THE CHORD, SEVERE THEIR CONNECTION!! WE MUST FOLLOW WITH MY NEW PLAN-RID OF ROCKSTAR, AND ALL THAT ARE CONNECTED. BECAUSE THIS CONDUCTOR AINT PLAYING THEIR MUSIC!" So we bust over to his car but as Scat steps over the cats and he says "TODAYS LESSON:DOG MEAT!!" Scat takes the wheel and burns out in a fury. Tonight shit hits the fan, tonight we drop the bomb. Oh the smile I had.

We went to Rockstars house and told him we needed to meet at Limps corner. He agreed and met us there. Cuts and fish came with us to make sure we didnt leave a mess. They also made sure to let us do our thing. Obi Scat took a deep breathe of hate and exhaled. "Limps, Rockstar" he said"This has to stop. Tonight, I end it. Tommorow I reap the rewards of tonight." Limps cautiously approaches as does Rockstar. "Whats up Obi Scat Cat, whats the prob-" "Problem?PROBLEM!? The PROBLEM miss Olympa is this using shit. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING A FUCKING DATING SERVICE!! LIMPS AM I A DATING SERVICE TO YOU!?" says Scat. ""N-" says Rockstar before being interrupted "I AM NOT YOUR DATING BITCH! I AM THE NETWORK, THE SHIT THAT KEEPS OUR SHIT SOLID, PROFITABLE AND YOUR FUCKING WITH ME AS A BUSINESS MAN AND A FUCKING HUMAN, WE WERE FRIENDS!!!" The air was dead. We asked Rockstar to get in the car. Cuts and fish decided to leave and stay low for awhile. He undeniable agreed. Before we sped off I looked at Livvy and she was smiling.

Scat and I took Rockstar for a little ride up to the water hole. When we got there, we drew our guns to his head as he did the same. I yelled "All we want is some fucking answers!"he responded by saying "So do I, Goddammit!". Lightening strikes and seconds later, the rain pours down. Any harder and it would be hail. I yell "You know why we're here Rockstar!". Scat's eyebrows sink into a furious rage and says "Fucking Rockstar! After all We've done for you! You were there when I lost my pops and took over the business. YOU WERE THERE from the beginning and now you decide to stabe me in the back!?(gun steadies in his hand) I'm fucking through with this shit!(his thumb slowly pulls back the hammer). All we wanted was to help you and Limp become one and make this problem go away, but Noooo thats not what Rockstar wants, he wants to keep telling us 'I dos' and 'I donts'. (the rain has already soaked us like we were swimming in our clothes) It's time we rid-rather I rid of this problem right now!" Before he could pull the trigger Rockstar responds "Is this what all this shits been about!? Limps? Did she send you here or what!? The whole fucking reason I backed away a little from the group was because of this!?" I yell, "Because of what!?" Rockstar drops his gun in the mud before him. "Because of Limps! Hasnt she told you?" Scat and I look at each other confused. "All that dame has said was that you are expressing interest in her and that you would go out with her sorta thing" I say. Rockstar looks at me in his drenched clothing and says "What the fuck? Awhile back, like a day or so afta that first meeting with her I told her twice(holds up fingers) that I didnt want her at all. I said just as a friend, but fuck man, I told her straight that all I wanted was Kats!" I drop my gun before me and drop a punch on Rockstars pretty little wet face. I start wailing on him, "Fuck, fuck man why couldnt you tell us that along time ago motha fucker!?". Scat grabs my arm as Rockstar speaks "I thought she told you, I thought you guys just had it out for me, like you backstabbed me. I didnt know!" His arm swipes across his nose to wipe the blood. "Fuck man, that really hurt!" Rockstar squeezes out. I drop to my knees in the mud. Have we been made fools? Have we been used to destroy something innocent? It was this moment we all had realized what had happened and that a war was brewing. I grabbed my mud covered gun and got up off my knees. The rain started to get heavier and the wind started to gust with force. I smiled a wicked smile. I tossed Rockstar my gun and patted Scat on the back. I told'em in a soft voice "The mud is warm".



END OF ACT ONE "DEALING THE WRONG HAND"

Shimmer in the night

Through the night it may shimmer
for our pillow we do hither
but its not for what it seems
nothing is as it gleams
the cookies they do bake
off the all the ovens hate
for which we we are
is not too far
from who we were before
There is no clause
no human cause
for which all can be
but give a gift
and through this rift
a sin for which you shall see

Dancing fear

I dance this dance
this lonely dance
the beat it drags me on
My feet dont move
my arms dont sway
Nor does the sweat dare fall

I cry this cry
this lonely cry
the one that does drag on
It seems my friends do scare me
yet as it may only seem
I bring this fear
this placid fear
And scare them out their jeans

The beat must carry the tune
The drum must bury the mellow melody
or so for which it seems
my eyes do burn
of tearful yearn
of pain I can not see

Yet I do this dance
this silly prance
within my soul filled feet
As still as it may seem
through which it gleams
My greatest fear
is not to fear
the things I do not see.