Post-Neurosurgery Type Beat

CYSTEM OF A DOWN!

FATHER JOHN CYSTY!

Being queued up waiting to be brought in an operating room for neurosurgery is a very odd feeling. You're not really sure what to expect.

CYSTO RODRIQUEZ!

It felt like I woke up in a new world. Perhaps a Jimmy Eat World. I had abilities and sensations that I didn't have in a very long time. It was the opposite of "One Last Breath" - Creed, it felt like one more breath.

CYSTY MOORE!

I felt drunk for quite awhile up until this point, probably since the beginning of summer. "Now everybody in the club getting tipsy" - J-Kwon

ALCYST COOPER! (kind of a reach)

ALCYST IN CHAINS! (kind of repetitive)

When I went to sleep I kind of had a mix of "Someday Soon" by Ian Tyson and "The Gloom" by Cat Clyde stuck in my head. When I woke up, I still did. It was a relief that some songs were the first thing in my head and a relief that there was less of something else in my head. About 8ml less of something else.

PANIC AT THE CYSTCO? (definitely a reach)

Just like in Twisted Cyster fashion, "We're Not Gonna Take It". I'm just glad the needle didn't say that, so there was a draining combatant.

THE CYSTFITS! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I feel absolutely great. But there will likely be more laying in bed listening to records for the time being, as a bit of a seemingly-quite-short "Recovery" - Eminem.

SEX CYSTOLS!

BLACK CYSTOL FIRE!

UNCLE ACYST & THE DEADBEATS!

*To the tune of "Deer Dance" - System of a Down, "Now the brain has done the drain"

They like to push the weak around