[I. Cecily Cardew, or: "Hard Cider Drink It At A Stoplight"] Cecily: At the bus stop I check the time And the sun sets Are you just now waking up? Forgotten love Heartbroken I'm alone again You were there Telling me that you know what it's like Unbridled suicide And our meeting was a fate/faith of chance If I never clicked on that bright pink hue I might not have had you Someone I trust Someone I love I think she was always hiding in plain sight You were by my side So can we start a band? You can play the bass, I'll write You can call me bunny all night (NOTE: not sex) Bitter caffeine Sound of glass cracking That is what it means to write a pretty song Just like the setting dawn You're the only person who can hear me You're the most important person in my life And I'm so terrified Revitalize my life Don't have to tell me it's alright If you'll stay by my side I might not ever wanna die In 20 years, it took my whole life Making my way through onto you [II. Beatrix Angelica, or: "Two Kittens Speak Peace"] Biddy: A surreal alignment of fate You came down stairs to check if I still exist And there's noise, and there noise I wanna fall asleep and see you there when I'm up So you were here some day Barged into my life And I can love you, not save you We need to get out And we're a fox in a roadkill We're the prey in the dark And if the sea overtakes us We'll sail in an arc/ark I saw you in a dream We'll do it together I know what you mean Yeah, fight through the weather I wish I could have helped Let's do it together Be anybody else All tarred and now tethered I'll follow till the end We'll do it together You know you're my best friend Yeah, fight through the weather You may not be the best Let's do it together But you always know the rest All tarred and now tethered (Revitalize a life Please tell me you are there I still don't think it's fair We're a colourful being) (Change a different life I'm never gonna sleep You know I always weep And you knew it and you did it) [III. The Bad Arts, or: "Go Serve Realness, Pilgrim"] Biddy: "hey, um, i know this past year's been rough for you..." "i'm always here if you need someone to talk to, okay?..." Cecily: Your love is a conquest My love is a fever Any love will do, any at all. I wanted you I wanted to fall Predisposed to being callous I swear I didn't mean it these predestined things Falling like they're dominoes Tumble down to me Falling into hell Rather write my masterpiece You are first to read [IV. Shisouhan, or: "Performance of the Trans Younger Sister Choir"] Cecily: Speaker, I wrote a song today, to hurt myself. It’s simple, really. Instead of sharpening my fangs, I leave a scar in my heart with my words. They say everything is allowed in love and war, but it is also allowed in art. People say my art is good for being honest, but I don't want it to be; I want to make art to make their stomachs lurch. The only good kind of art is that which makes one feel something. The only good art is a drug, a poison. I want to inflict pain on others so that they feel something ugly or beautiful. If that means hurting others, that’s what I would do. They say you'd only want to hurt someone you love. They say you have to love someone to hurt them. I will not bite my tongue: I want to write a story to hurt you. Choir: Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Stay tough, angelorum Stay tough, pop punk priestess Two girls and three chords...