Hang the Cyst

Was he badly mistaken or guided
As he wandered his valley built in silence?
He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger to the bone
The haze of his coloured days that march with content
As his dignity splits to unveil his bittersweetness


The town would shudder and stare
At his presence with a single glare
As he makes his way through the local square
And he says to them, "you're a broken fence in the yard of annoyance."
Your a broken fence in the yard of annoyance, annoyance

Hang the cyst (x3)

The first ???????????????? him laugh
was it the size of his wilting noose?
And the chance was soon reduced to an angry silence.
He escaped in the shock of the snap.
His wonderful vanishing act
Was a spectacle but not one anyone expected.
The ruse was planned as much as the broach pin dagger

Catch/Cash the cyst (x4)