[Part 1]

[Verse: Abstract Rude]
To speak with an eloquent word
Is to in essence kill a mockingbird
If I could I'd spend all day
Locked away in my theatre
1st the stage is dark
And the music plays as the curtain raises
Then - we hear from the narrator
As the actors take their places (setting)
Long long ago in a galaxy far away location
Or maybe once upon a time
In an older age of civilization (character)
We are introduced to the common man with a heart of gold
Who fought in the war
Then bought a farm were the land was sold for cheap
But he chose a wretched Delilah type Jezebel (the twist)
He was threatened by the hierarchy thrown in jail (the plot)
Another love triangle
The revenge of the Count of Monte Cristo
Same woman quarrel
Childhood mates and now arch rivals?
He could not conceive to his disbelief he was in denial
At the start of his life term stretch
Didn't let it drive him psycho
In jail he would train to fight with the inmates read his Bible
Still he swore
To avenge his friend's betrayal even if suicidal
To escape the palace was a task greater than Alcatraz
But he lasted
With the Cast of Monteague on his mind
As he dug through the hollow rock on his climb to freedom
No time for leaving no traces
He's ready to face his captor
With a sword and spear his wrath will take him to the hereafter
Be sure to meet a man with an iron mask
As the final sand slips away in the hour glass
He ponders a lesson he learned in the past
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Where a neck is ripe for the noose
Respect was rightfully due magnum cum laude
Coup de theatre

[Part 2]

[Verse: Myka 9]
To speak with an eloquent word
Is to in essence kill a mockingbird
If I could I'd spend all day
Locked away in my theatre
Enter the stage left
One comes home surprise is heard
From friends who secretly made plans
For one that deserved a makeover from surgical hands
However this gift wasn't well received
The cosmetic appeal
Revealing one's vanity under the knife
Life altering consequence
Shallow and superficial
Even though one had grown
Accustomed to one's own disfigurement
One endured an arduous experience
Flashback to a serious injury
Forcing one to wear a mask
Then all of a sudden
Someone pushed a button in blind rage
One takes one's covering from one's head
And one's head from one's shoulders
One arm then another
Until limbs move independent of themselves
Legs are walking on toes
Talking head reciting prose - abdomen rolls
Then these individual members grow
Morph mold shift hue texture smell
Into humanoid shells
One has now become many
Shiny sentient beings spinning ever faster
Fleeing witnesses disintegrate to ashes
Incinerated building crashes
Tiny people are killed en masse
That many that came from one became millions
A rash on mother earth ransacked wilderness
Robotic modern -ness intrepid cavernous
Pathways maze in and out
Making globe into gargantuan head case
Resembling one in space - an orbiting face
Exit stage right
Coup de theatre

[Part 3]

[Verse: Aceyalone]
He steps into what he believes to be his own reality
But nothing could be further from the truth
His 1st thought was why did the gods darken the skies
He wondered how long would this darkness last
He moulds himself within the stills of the night
And at the 1st glitter of light this monster has awakened
It had been dark for several days
The only light being that which casts away over the ocean
Far in the distance
What began as gray & gloom
Soon turned into a pitch black cradle we all exist from
Far in the distance
At the dawning of the opening of the skies
So were the eyes of this mild mannered monster
Without any resistance
With cunning senses this intensly evil unsuspecting predator
Could take your spirit within an instance
Iron sharpens iron the tools of the trade
Blades which have been prepared for what seemed like forever
At last the time has come again
For him to quench his thirst for blood
Ever so clever
The 1st prey hadn't a chance in the world
Being moved on ever so swiftly
Having their flesh pressed against titanium blades
A dagger which has faced the screams of many men
In those days who had been slayed
From victim to victim
This silent rage took on a stage of uncontrolled madness
Leaving behind trails of corpses
Directly under the nose of those who protected them
And just as the light came & he began his slaughter
So came the night he slowed down his horror
To an empty calmness where he'd reflect
I am not of this world
Saving his best kill for last
He falls on his sword
Coup de theatre

[Outro: Busdriver]
And as the curtain closes
An overwhelming sense of awe
Settles into the collective consciousness of the audience
For they are no longer anchored to their safe havens
They can no longer seek refuge driving to their cul-de-sacs
In their SUV's
Nor relate to the bourgeois
Nor indulge their spendthrift when the remnants of their former selves
Sit there, still engrossed in the theatre piece
They were supposed to cheer at their seats
But they ended up running shitless, condemning the cast
For casually re-enacting such tumultuous happenings
Between men
But what really is it?
A lived-in quirk
Smitten curse
A written work
That no one understands
Coup de theatre
The End