Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
"Now, coming up to the microphone is Tyler. He would like to address those have spoken against him."
*ahem*
He stands silently, all in black. Afraid.
He hasn't had to do something like this before.
Before him, sit those who have already judged him.
Those who haven't asked him what happened.
Just those who've believed hearsay and rumours.
He faces them in a rundown auditorium
He's been up there for a minute, and hasn't said a word.
The moderator comes up to him and whispers...
"Don't you have anything to say?"
He looks out and sees her face, smug-like.
"Yeah," he replies, "I've got something to say."
"To all you who doubt and lie.
to all those who try to pry
into how I may be feeling,
you'll never know until this story truly unfolds.
but there's more to me, than what's been told.
I look over my shoulder
whenever I'm outdoors.
shudder with anger, frustration,
in my head, it stores
looking for a book that'll help me with my fear
this panic and animosity is always so damn near.
but today, it's changed, I feel good and loved,
I feel like I'm watched by a spirit up above
There's no way in changing what's happening to me
there's lies and jealousy
I see you everytime I go out,
and instead of hiding my face or pout
I'll go out on the dancefloor, alone (something I'm used to)
and destroy your weak story and pull my spirit above you
and yours who are so petty, two-faced, ugly, dirty like mud-caked floors.
I'll use the money I have, so you'll get yours.
Oh, you'll get yours soon enough.
This life was lonely for a while.
Lonely enough to shuffle this child.
I won't give you pricks the satisifaction.
You've damaged me enough to put my soul in traction.
but to hell with that and what you believe.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me."
At that point, he throws down the mic, which causes a massive load of feedback, the audience clutch their collective ears and starts shouting...
"YOU WANT TO TAKE ME OUT?
YOU WANT TO SEE MY FALL?
I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO.
I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH.
YOUR GODDAMN FACES NO LONGER MAKE ME ASHAMED
OF SOMETHING YOU KNOW NOTHING OF.
WATCH YOURSELF AND WATCH YOUR TOUNGE,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME HUNG
FROM THAT GALLOWS MADE FROM YOUR LIES.
YOUR FACES AND WHISPERS, I DESPISE.
YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK, LIKE A SANE MAN TURNED A LUNATIC.
I HOPE CROW TASTES GOOD.
LIKE I KNOW IT SHOULD."
He walks past the moderator, and down the row of people sitting in their seats. Their eyes look down to the floor, the tops of their heads are the only things he sees.
Opening the door, the warm light blinds him.
It's a beautiful day outside, and finally, he feels free.
free.
*ahem*
He stands silently, all in black. Afraid.
He hasn't had to do something like this before.
Before him, sit those who have already judged him.
Those who haven't asked him what happened.
Just those who've believed hearsay and rumours.
He faces them in a rundown auditorium
He's been up there for a minute, and hasn't said a word.
The moderator comes up to him and whispers...
"Don't you have anything to say?"
He looks out and sees her face, smug-like.
"Yeah," he replies, "I've got something to say."
"To all you who doubt and lie.
to all those who try to pry
into how I may be feeling,
you'll never know until this story truly unfolds.
but there's more to me, than what's been told.
I look over my shoulder
whenever I'm outdoors.
shudder with anger, frustration,
in my head, it stores
looking for a book that'll help me with my fear
this panic and animosity is always so damn near.
but today, it's changed, I feel good and loved,
I feel like I'm watched by a spirit up above
There's no way in changing what's happening to me
there's lies and jealousy
I see you everytime I go out,
and instead of hiding my face or pout
I'll go out on the dancefloor, alone (something I'm used to)
and destroy your weak story and pull my spirit above you
and yours who are so petty, two-faced, ugly, dirty like mud-caked floors.
I'll use the money I have, so you'll get yours.
Oh, you'll get yours soon enough.
This life was lonely for a while.
Lonely enough to shuffle this child.
I won't give you pricks the satisifaction.
You've damaged me enough to put my soul in traction.
but to hell with that and what you believe.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me.
You have nothing on me."
At that point, he throws down the mic, which causes a massive load of feedback, the audience clutch their collective ears and starts shouting...
"YOU WANT TO TAKE ME OUT?
YOU WANT TO SEE MY FALL?
I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO.
I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH.
YOUR GODDAMN FACES NO LONGER MAKE ME ASHAMED
OF SOMETHING YOU KNOW NOTHING OF.
WATCH YOURSELF AND WATCH YOUR TOUNGE,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME HUNG
FROM THAT GALLOWS MADE FROM YOUR LIES.
YOUR FACES AND WHISPERS, I DESPISE.
YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK, LIKE A SANE MAN TURNED A LUNATIC.
I HOPE CROW TASTES GOOD.
LIKE I KNOW IT SHOULD."
He walks past the moderator, and down the row of people sitting in their seats. Their eyes look down to the floor, the tops of their heads are the only things he sees.
Opening the door, the warm light blinds him.
It's a beautiful day outside, and finally, he feels free.
free.
