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II - "Returned to Earth" The distance grows. I walked in the room with a raincoat and mangled smile. I approached the winged woman, taking her into my eyes. My eyes are beds tonight. She is the vultress. She's a master at the game. I follow her every move, calling it frame by frame. Who says that everything is made from gold instead of sand? Who says that worth will not return to earth by my cold hands? I will walk her to the edge, returning her to sea. The rain falls like hell tonight, a downward assault on this barren earth. Walking around to her side of the car, I open the door and let her out. We walked down, hand-in-hand, to the edge of the cliff where our fathers died. Colder still, the sun is far gone as I push her down into the depths of my eyes. My eyes are beds tonight, I cry, "I'm blind! I'm blind!" My eyes are beds tonight, and she lies upon the coastline. By the grace I feel tonight, I'm taking her home. A suicide manifold, she does only what she is told. I drop her at the mansion gates. The distance grows, she walks away. Giving back to Caesar what is Caesar's... I walk in the car with the weight of this world off my shoulders, turn the key and drive away, and the estate has nothing to say. The sun comes out again and evaporates the rain with my eyes in the rear-view mirror. Who says that everything is made from gold instead of sand? Who says that worth will not return to earth by my cold hands? I drive off in the light of the day, and the estate has nothing to say. The distance grows.	III - "The Path" You are not the man of the house. I will reverse our dilemma and rescue your spouse. Lock your doors, boy, let's see how you squirm. My army is waiting outside just to see if you've learned. When she called on to me, I could feel like a hero. Is that nothing? ...or does it make your tiny head spin? And you think you're charming, I'm sure-- the heart you discard and the hate that you long to procure. Performed with effeminate class, the difference between fact and fiction is kicking your ass. When she called on to me and she told me what you did-- ..are you stupid? Come out, we'll test your wit. I will break the chain you made. I will shout to make my claim. I will not surrender to your coward's game. The path remains the same. You carry your weapons so high, but when I arrived you retracted and aimed at the sky. Hoping that passive aggression would land in my skull, that's a lasting impression. When she called on to me and she told me what you are-- ...you went too far. Come out boy, this means war. I will break the chain you made. I will shout to make my claim. I will not surrender to your coward's game. The path remains the same. There is strength in numbers when the numbers' on your side. I am not surprised because I knew you'd run and hide. Contemplate the distance you create. Let's make a deal. I can see the difference between what you fake and feel.
Interlude - "The Siren Song" If the thought heard 'round the world through Caesar's heart should fly, would he pick himself back up again or please us all and die? The end is of no consequence, the Vultress lives on. Now stop, young man, direct your ears. Now hear, young man, the siren song. Sleep sweet, sleep sweet. Here in your arms I'll always sleep sweet. You know I love you still. Sleep sweet, sleep sweet. Wait until waking hours peek through the sheets. You know I love you still. Your shoulderblades are perfect for my woes to rest upon. They're linked to perfect arms for all my foes to fear to cross. Oh, countess, keep me strong! Keep me asleep, in dreams I'm strong. My troubles will erupt at dawn, till then I sleep, sleep hard and long.	IV - "Reinvocation" I tell a tale of a funny mirror with a perfect frame around it. The mirror fell out of the sky, in a boy's back-yard it grounded. That morning he approached the glass, but in his face's place Like a stow-away in fresh-cut grass lay Mary, full of grace. The priestess opened up her eyes to meet the prince's gaze. She whispered, "Will my looks suffice? Do they compromise? Amaze?" He answered, "If they compromise me, do them what they please. I wish to be forsaken, goddess. Take me on my knees." He didn't know what lay behind the glass. The distorted reflection that gave him attention he craved. The curves in the mirror that skewed all the hues he had seen in the past. You never know what sort of wonders can lie in your face. An overwhelming feeling made him quiver to the core. His outstretched hand met only glass; his heart sunk to the floor. She fogged the paine with liar's breath and wrote with dainty thumb, "I go to see the opera every night, love. You should come." --- Reinvocation of a harlot soul, the iridescent stream carries fruition. Would you agree...(would I ever!)...to being permanently pushed along the path to perdition? If the shot felt 'round the world, through the young man's heart should fly, would he then forget himself and let himself die? Does this conflict of interests concern us all? Do you change to bridge the distance, change to break your fall? I am asleep, I will not wake up! These dreams are merging now with waking hours. I've had enough. When the time to make definitive desicions is at hand, would the prepubate participate and make himself a man? Does the weight of the debacle add to shackles we accept? The gullible is malleable, the skeptic is inept.
With a smile she disappeared as quickly as she came. It would not be the last time she would vanish, all the same. An empty seat remained unsat when all the lights went down. The overture begins and night gives way to sightless sound. When we learn to face ourselves, we live to oppose. The stage faces the audience, and as anybody knows, the clearest view is granted to the boy who fronts the crowd. Which side you're on is hard to tell when the music gets too loud.	V - "The Siren Screams" The overture is over and the angel takes the stage. She belts an aria with fairy-dust and turns to walk away. The men in the crowd are standing now, clamouring for more. But the boy sitting in the front row swears he's seen her before. A shot rings out in the auditorium. It echoed off the atrium and through the baroness' lung. The man in the front row leaps on the stage to save her soul. A staged attack, it fades to black, bringing out the opera in us all. The ambulance arrives in time at the scene of the crime. The audience cheers as the young boy's fears all come to life. The monster with the rifle in the balcony makes his getaway. The boy with the angel in his arms swears to make the devil pay. A shot rings out in the auditorium. It echoed off the atrium and through the baroness' lung. The man in the front row leaps on the stage to save her soul. A staged attack, it fades to black, bringing out the opera in us all. Bring out your dead! The siren screams a metronome. For the actress' head, you know that it has to be so. --- The eyes of the beast are gripping at first, but then they release. He's under the gun and under attack, there's no going back. (The power of good will compel you.) The devil's ears can make out your mood, discover your fears. You're under the gun, it's aimed at your heart, your story is done. (The power of good will compel you.) "I will divide you. I will destroy you. I will make you feel numb. Do you feel numb?"
VI - "At the Edge" Choose your allegiance now. In these burdened moments, caught in inexperience, the world goes out of focus. Sweat pours in his eyes but he's too scared to notice. In these precious minutes, presented with the source of my pain, growing vengeful and livid. A man once respected belied and rejected. But through this immortal lens, a mortal cries out. His world on her depends. The boy in the scope of the beast draws back and defends. Let now the bell toll. Let he who stands before me hear it ringing. Join me or die. Let curtains close on this inevitable end. Find an army. Choose your allegiance. Now shall you pray for forgiveness. Child of innocence, if not saved by ignorance, I would strike you down with God as my witness. (Now stand before me. Explain your distance.) Your freedom relies on my charity. Your right to live is contingent on clarity. Now rub the pane gently. Define your fidelity. Let now the bell toll. Let he who stands before me hear it ringing. Join me or die. Let curtains close on this inevitable end. We are forged from a duality, one soul on different paths, two cloaked in one reality, the fabric of our past. --- That night we lay wide awake. The backseat keeps our secret safe. The glory of the mighty spell. The stars shone bright before they fell. You can't tell me I was wrong. You can't keep me strung along. You were everything but everything's moved on. That morning made fears alive. I believed in words contrived. An empty stomach and tired eyes betrayed. Symptomatic of the end of days. You can't tell me I was wrong. You can't keep me strung along. You were everything but everything's moved on. --- If the first shot missed his heart, and the second never fired, is the deed left undone? If given this rare chance to erase your regret, could you take up your gun? Go now forward to the end. We all on us now depend. The ends will justify the means, though such justice futile leans. Find strength to tear your world apart. Retrieve the mirror from your heart. Go then to the edge alone. Make the jagged coast its home. The trail of men whose bodies line this boulevard of my design Their bones are scattered, clothes are torn, with rats and gnats they are adorned. I am blameless, I stayed true to nature's cruel intent for you. Not guilty for the man I'll kill. The predator predates me still. ---- I jog down the night-deadened alleys where no one can hear me, vacant lots and fragrant bars. I can sense I'm not alone. A stirring in the alcove interrupts my shortcut home. Enter the vagrant, though my mind erased his face. He cackles ironically, Caesar sans time and place. "May death be cruel to you..." "...may death be cruel to you." ---- Surrounded by the remnants of his childhood (colored bricks of plastic, covered box of sand), I discovered the boy rocking gently, with the mirror in his frightened hands. Daring not to stare it in the eyes for what lies there is scared and scarred as him. Quaking in the corner seeing all his features bordered by a frame of sin. I will guide him to the edge. He will see his fears alive. (How far we are/ ----------- we are from home/ ----------------------- from home for someone/ -------------------------------------for someone to call/ -----------------------------------------------someone to call our own) With a swift and single motion, the boy cocks back and throws. The man and boy don't notice how the golden remnant glows. The jagged rocks below them merge the mirror with the land. The ocean scatters bits of it and mixes them with sand.