I had been spying for years

reversed my ears to hear the inside instead of out

fear and doubt proceeded discovery

I'd uncovered me, plenty of Hermes wannabes

lost their wings to the life mystery

History blisters me with truth and density

memories, like destinies

remain untouchable

the present presents presents

lessons to give or to receive? This question's evident

I am confident in my apparent specialist quest

agent intelligence

having already studied my own relovence

I remain anonymous You have not seen me

Mr. No Identity frequently spying your frequencies

Recording and deleting theories honestly



The hiss of this abyss is bliss


A ringing in my ears is refreshment

After a time of having my presence go unnoticed

the finest of gifts my cloak of mystery suddenly deserted me

The observer

now easily observed

was obvious due to an absurd onslaught of nerves

a bustle, a pound

my body found the ground

slowly surrounded by a society now spying me

Shall we try diplomacy?

My future looks bloody

I'd seen too much and for that I was hated

Yet their ideas I could not condemn

this amount of knowledge was the same reason I hated them

they cut off my tongue saying all senses are related

The crowd afraid of being incriminated

if I relayed these faded observations

I tasted blood

Then only black

was it a setback, the end the edge

a dive from the ledge

without my tongue's life

I am dead.

Incapable of suicide

these thoughts quickly died

if I jumped I would just fly, dip, and rise

And I did

back to consciousness


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    General CommentI really like the intro on this one. Its fun to analyze the lyrics as opposed to most of today's pop songs with no real message.
    chopstix719on June 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI definitely agree with chopstix719.

    For anyone searching, here is the intro monologue:
    "Night after night it's possible to see, indeed, it's impossible not to see. These faces, from which hope and joy and dignity and light have been draining so steadily and for so long that now there is nothing left but this assortment of indifferent, damaged masks. They belong to human beings who, after a lifetime of struggling to become one thing or another, have succeeded only in becoming the rough sketches of their species. Recognizable but empty. The bruised and wretched bodies and souls of the saddest people on earth: the people who no longer care."
    RockTheTeaPartyon April 21, 2012   Link

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