Noys Conspiracy Have you noticed Christine doesn’t talk about feelings, Of aspirations or embarrassment it’s like there’s nothing there at all. Nothing at all. Like she’s staring into space with a blank look on her face, Wondering what went wrong. Looking for answers and finding none. Finding nothing. And the shows are so smooth. She never misses a move. She never practices her craft, never complains of a draft. The weirdest part of it all, if she’s out she’ll never call, She’ll never be back home visiting friends, or back home tying up loose ends. Like silence is betrayal, she’ll never get on your side, Or tell you something’s a lie and no one has seen her cry. Never a tear in her eye. So you want to put her to a test. See if there’s milk in her breast See what she’s got. Whether you’re right or not. You want to shove her into the spot. The weirdest part of it all, if she’s out she’ll never call, She’ll go to a park to sit like entering mode to transmit. Like silence is betrayal, she’ll never get on your side, She’ll never tell you something’s a lie and no one has seen her cry. Never a tear in her eye. So tears are what you want. So you want to put her to a test. To see if her blood is too hot. See if there’s milk in her breast See what she’s got. To drive a stake through her heart. Whether you’re right or not. You want to shove her into the spot. Ignorance (will bite) - Raleigh N.C. August, 2007