~Headcase~


Connection
acceptance
run away run away;
the corners are speaking
the walls have ears
the night is watching.
The camera's watching.
Two-way glass
and they think you don't
know--
smile and wave and mug for
the mirror.
Burn it make it bleed
paint it
you'll believe--
oh,
they don't know.
Smile,
they don't know.

Hold your bleeding hands out to the. . .

Love
hate
keep it up keep it up;
the keyboard is speaking
the hardrive is listening
the virus is watching.
The doctors are watching.
Group therapy daily
and they think you're not
lying--
laugh innocent and show them you're
normal.
Burn it like your skin
script it
it's your sin--
they'll
never know.
Won't
ever know.

Turn your tattered face up to the. . .

Right
wrong
throw it out throw it out;
the caseworker's talking
the lawyers are listening
the courtroom is watching.
The parents are watching.
Rampant abuse
and they think that you're
innocent--
cry like you mean it and blame the
victims.
Burn it make them bleed
play it
like you need--
Truth
they won't know.
Laugh,
they don't know.

Close your eyes and just ignore the. . .

Life
death
burn it up burn it up;
the angels are pleading
the preacher is listening
the Lord God is watching.
The Devil is watching.
Idle hands
are the perfect plaything without
rules--
bend it and break it and make the madness
serve you.
Burn it in your hand
break the
promised land--
And,
they don't know.
No,
never know.

No,
no one knows.
Don't
want to know.


~~~~(c)11/8/01 The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)