Rebellion At the Cause

Rebellion at The Cause I’m running on a heat wave Dancing with angels on a pin head Slapped on a pallet Of curious colours Uses me in mad artistic brush strokes Tripping on a ballet Like a fire crackers splash Shimmying on dangerous sidewalk cracks Careless freak of Friday night Gyrations jigger and giddy with me I am beating at piano keys Swaying harmonious epiphanies Plucking at bestial heart strings And jumping into Satan’s fire, screaming Rebellions bravery has made me uncaring of Eden While tap dancing on heated coals Chill ice pulses cold And with a sniff I quaff This fine and elegant cup of human blood Buggered you be if you think you can stop me I am the screeching banshee The fickle incandescence of your haunted innocence A wailing stranger On a list of statistical abuses And it will be a dark night indeed, when you find me A vengeance of seething retribution Has come to steal away your comfortable heaven And mock your bloodlines Even now my shoeless feet pirouette in the dust And a million angels can balance sublime on a pinhead I cavort on the edge Ride the fleshes roller coaster of touches And die slapped to a pallet Of ever curious colours Not with the tongues of a million angels can you catch This