Allow the Lancet

Allow the Lancet
(. . .Of Liberation)

Together:

–“You've been at it again.“
Raving full-sorrowfully, in soreness of heart and discoruscating mind
–“I can see it all, in your broken face.”
The dark whispers from enshrouded curtains of dire-abhorracious disSanity
–“Tear at the minds' ear, dithering indecencies.”
Letting-way, th' unreason-flay, yer throat away, so you may have yer wild-maddened say
–“With heart ticking away to a random and irregular beat.”
Whilst blackmailing yer soul/self in the mirror with lies and moaned entreaties
–“Why... must you insist on all this disquietfulness?”
You'll penetrate out through these walls with all this cruel insanefulness
–“Allow yourself the peace of quiet-rest...”
Giving way, to the calm finality of full surrender and conformation
–“Allow, th' lancet of liberation.”

(And welcome the sick-bed. . .)

(The Madness')
Piece One:

Raving full-sorrowfully, in soreness of heart and discoruscating mind
The dark whispers from enshrouded curtains of dire-abhorracious disSanity
Letting-way, th' unreason-flay, yer throat away, so you may have yer wild-maddened say
Whilst blackmailing yer soul/self in the mirror with lies and moaned entreaties
You'll penetrate out through these walls with all this cruel insanefulness
Giving way, to the calm finality of full surrender and conformation

(. . .Of Golden Slumber. . .)

(The Surgeons')
Piece Two:

–“You've been at it again.“
–“I can see it all, in your broken face.”
–“Tear at the minds' ear, dithering indecencies.”
–“With heart ticking away to a random and irregular beat.”
–“Why... must you insist on all this disquietfulness?”
–“Allow yourself the peaceful quiet-rest...”
–“Allow, th' lancet of liberation.”

(. . .And Lobotomization.)