Coup de Theatre

Lyrics

Part 1 [Verse: Abstract Rude] To speak with an eloquent word Is to, in essence, kill a mockingbird If I could I'd spend all day Locked away in my theatre First – the stage is dark, and the music plays As the curtain raises (Then!) Then – we hear from the narrator as the actors take their places (Setting) "Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away" – location Or maybe "Once upon a time, in an older age of civilization" (Character) We are intro-introduced to the common man with a heart of gold Who fought in the war, then bought a farm were the land was sold For cheap, but he chose a wretched Delilah type Jezebel (The twist) He was threatened by the hierarchy, thrown in jail (The plot) Another love triangle The revenge of the 'Count of Monte Cristo' Same woman quarrel Childhood mates and now arch-rivals? He could not conceive to his disbelief, he was in denial At the start of his life-term stretch, didn't let it drive him psycho In jail, he would train to fight with the inmates, read his Bible Still he swore to avenge his friend's betrayal, even if suicidal! To escape the palace was a task greater than Alcatraz, but he lasted With the Caste of Monteague on his mind As he dug through the hollow rock on his climb To freedom, no time for leaving no traces, he's ready to face His captor, with a sword and spear, his wrath will take him to the hereafter Be sure to meet a man with an iron mask As the final sand slips away in the hour glass He ponders a lesson he learned in the past "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth Where a neck is ripe for the noose" Respect was rightfully due, magnum cum laude Coup de Theatre Part 2 [Refrain: Myka 9] To speak with an eloquent word Is to, in essence, kill a mockingbird If I could, I'd spend all day Locked away in my theatre... [Verse: Myka 9] Enter the stage left One comes home, "Surprise!" is heard From friends who secretly made plans For one that deserved A makeover from surgical hands However this gift wasn't well received The cosmetic appeal revealing one's vanity under the knife Life altering consequence Shallow and superficial Even though one had grown accustomed to one's own disfigurement One endured an arduous experience Flashback to a serious injury Forcing one to wear a mask Then, all of a sudden Someone pushed a button In blind rage, one takes one's covering from one's head And one's head from one's shoulders One arm, then another, until limbs move independent of themselves Legs are walking on toes Talking head reciting prose – abdomen rolls Then these individual members grow Morph, mold Shift hue, texture, smell Into humanoid shells One has now become many Shiny sentient beings spinning ever faster Fleeing witnesses disintegrate to ashes Incinerated building crashes Tiny people are killed en masse That many that came from one became millions A rash on mother Earth, ransacked wilderness Robotic modern-ness, intrepid cavernous Pathways, maze in and out Making globe into gargantuan headcase Resembling one in space – an orbiting face Exit stage right Coup de Theatre Part 3 [Verse: Aceyalone] He steps into what he believes to be his own reality But nothing could be further from the truth His first thought was "Why did the gods darken the skies?" He wondered how long would this darkness last He molds himself within the stills of the night And at the first glitter of light this monster has awakened It had been dark for several days The only light being that which casts away over the ocean Far in the distance What began as gray and gloom Soon turned into a pitch black cradle we all exist from Far in the distance At the dawning of the opening of the skies So were the eyes of this mild-mannered monster Without any resistance With cunning senses, this intensely evil, unsuspecting predator Could take your spirit within an instance Iron sharpens iron, the tools of the trade Blades which have been prepared for what seemed like forever At last – the time has come again For him to quench his thirst for blood Ever so clever The first prey hadn't a chance in the world Being moved on ever so swiftly Having their flesh pressed against titanium blades A dagger which has faced the screams of many men In those days who have been slayed From victim to victim This silent rage took on a stage of uncontrolled madness Leaving behind trails of corpses Directly under the nose of those who protected them And just as the light came and he began his slaughter So came the night, he slowed down his horror To an empty calmness, where he'd reflect "I am not of this world" Saving his best kill for last, he falls on his sword Coup de Theatre Part 4 [Epilogue: Busdriver] [*clears throat*] And as the curtain closes An overwhelming sense of awe Settles under the collective consciousness of the audience For they are no longer anchored to their safe havens They can no longer seek refuge driving to their cul-de-sacs in their SUV's Nor relate to the bourgeois Nor indulge their spendthrift When the remnants of their former selves sit there Still engrossed in the theatre piece They were supposed to cheer at their seats But they ended up running shitless, condemning the cast For casually re-enacting such tumultuous happenings Between men But what really is it? A lived-in quirk A smitten curse A written work That no one understands Coup de Theatre