Mucka Blucka (Intro to Cacophony)

Ahh, Jesus Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya What up, motherfuckers? Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic? Well, come on in Grab a seat, grab a cuppa And watch the chook bat his third strike Come one, come all to the extravaganza The cacophonous callousness, the coop of stanza There's so much here to see, so have a gander And meet your poultric pullet commander The coward in question? By now, you know him so well But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell? Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will To trot and toil inside my personal hell Sisyphus: his rock The timepiece: its tock And Winston trudges through Minitrue's minutiae And like an archaic cuckoo clock I'll chirp, and chant, and cock In complete disregard for my future So enjoy the show, especially those in the splash zone Place your bets Let's see how fierce the auction gets Can you tell me what on earth I'm supposed to do When you tell me one and one cannot equal two? If Mr. Sun can't shine, nor can Mr. Moon And yet each day that passes has this tension boil and stew So forgive the effrontery, but I must beg you to humble me And throw this Pavlov dog another bone It's a fair hike, you see, that peak we call prosperity And this bard is in dire need of a loan Naught I'm but a man And sad although I am I'm really trying my hardest to move forward So when we come back here again, and the start becomes an end Consider this lamentation a foreword Singing songs you like to hear 'Til the dissonance reappears There's probably subtext, are you picking it up? It's a metaphor for... Ha, who gives a fuck (I'm in a cage) Subvert the expected to avert stagnation But if you rely on that diversion, subversion is expectation And the whole damn point of this experimentation Was to avoid that homogenization So please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be When the total sum of me really equals three Amalgamate, hate, berate 'til we all roam free? When in reality we know we'll be condemned to rinse and repeat There's a me stuck underground A me left on the shelf A me that gets paraded The me that's shown to everyone else And sure, I lament the lack of a hen to share with in sick or in health But how am I supposed to love another when I barely know myself? I'm the enlightened I am the free! We're the despited We are the freak A soliloquy this be, before the scene you came to see The peak before the lethargy Escalate, escalate Don't fall, don't hesitate Don't let the other half take control And when push comes to shove in this dual, dead, dueling love We'll see if you can truly be whole And who will pay the toll? The Heart, the Mind or the Soul? Oh, baby, you, you know what I need I think it's obvious A captive audience Who will refuse to properly see The man behind the lines The triplicated rhymes No, baby, you You're not what I need I don't need a helping hand That's hidden in the sand No, baby, you, can't help me be free It's painful to admit But even I can see through my bullshit One time they tried to sing to me About blues and greens; the in-betweens But mechanical hands decided where the Heart would be Just apathy I had been trying for years and for years that streamed To thrive, and relish entropy But when he finally shot at me Lines once solid were blurred And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist I finally realized I shot at myself The reflection of the else The disconnection the side of the coin at once withheld You know we've Been here before, and will be once more When we trip on the line that we toe When we slip off the vine that's regrown And when we fall into the darkness below That's when we'll know That we are Stuck in between, in indemnity, the indomitable weather Of opposites with no regard for time No reason behind their rhyme Slow, patternly, is the melody, that he's stringing together But they have time enough to spend some time alone All alone All alone All alone