Myron… (taunting)
Laughter
MYRON! (taunting)
More laughter
Myron… (taunting)
Hysterical laughter
MYRON!
Insane Laughter

Castles Castles in the air
Hovels on the beach
Mother Mother do you care?
Father’s out of reach.
High school proms and beauty queens
Rumors of love with strange ideas.
Swim a lake of frustrated dreams
Nightmares where you couldn’t SCREAM

Castles Castles in the air
Mother Father everywhere
Hovels on the beach at night
Fathers out of reach alright
Your cold white tile, your clinical stare I just don’t care anymore.
My inhibitions aren’t yours to share; no I’ll never open the door.
…Never open the door… never open the door.

Myron c’mon you know that we were only foolin’
You know you don’t have to run away
Myron c’mon you’ll bring yourself to ruin
And we don’t want you to go astray.

You know your Mother… remember your mother?
She told us you were crazy
And that you ooh ooh ooh ooh had gotten out of hand.
You were laughing at the moon and oh, paintin’ crazy pictures
You were writing down words that no one understands.

So Myron c’mon; hey man you know we were only foolin’
You know you don’t have to run away
Myron c’mon, don’t bring yourself to ruin.
Stop looking for a full moon on a sunny day.

Myron you know we’ll always take good care of you.
Watching all the things that you might do
So just sit down and take it real slow.
There isn’t really much that you got to know.

All you have to do is what you’re told
You can stay right here until you’re old.
You never have to go very far
And you’ll forget that you had any scars.

I don’t understand what is the problem
I say what I see but you don’t believe me
You seem to think my mind is unraveled
Confusion stranding all over the floor.

I just see things a little differently
Didn’t mean anyone any harm.
Rorschachs and eye tests won’t deceive me
Just label me in your pile of cards.

But if you keep on tryin’ to squeeze me
Into your little specimen jars
I know I’m going to have to release me
Scattered shadows of medicine jars.

STOP!

You’re obviously a hebephrenic-schizoid, pathologically-paranoid sort of abomination with tendencies towards enuresis! Do you think he’s fit for our society?
NO! Take him out… take him out!
GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

You don’t know about my show
You can’t see your way through to me
You may think that I’m too slow
But now I find that you wanna’ burn me?

Look out above, it ain’t love.
It’s just the angels comin’ down to get you.
You better run scared if you wanna’ be spared.
See how many times I’m gonna’ let you.

Burn and plunge, pilfer and lunge
Scratch out my eyes but I’ll still see you.
You better run scared if you wanna’ be spared.
See how many times i’m gonna’ let you.

-Synth solo
-Guitar solo
-Flute solo