I had been spying for years
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Reversed my ears to hear the inside instead of out
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Fear and doubt proceeded discovery
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I¡¯d uncovered me, plenty of Hermes wannabes
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lost their wings to the life mystery
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History blisters me with truth and density
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Memories like destinies remain untouchable
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The present presents presents
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Lessons to give or to receive?
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This question¡¯s evident
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I am confident in my apparent specialist quest,
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agent intelligence, already studied my own relevance
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I remain anonymous
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You have not seen me
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Mr. No Identity frequently spying your frequencies
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Recording and deleting theories honestly
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Casual
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The hiss of this abyss is bliss
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Casual
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A ringing in my ears is refreshment
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After a time of having my presence go unnoticed
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the finest gifts my cloak of mystery suddenly deserted me
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The observer, now easily observed,
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was obvious due to an absurd onslaught of nerves
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A bustle, a pound, my body found the ground
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Slowly surrounded by a society now spying me
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Shall we try diplomacy? (I don¡¯t think so)
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I¡¯d seen too much and for that I was hated
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Their ideas I could not condemn
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This amount of knowledge was the same reason I hated them
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They cut off my tongue saying all senses are related
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The crowd, afraid of being incriminated
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if I relayed these faded observations
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I tasted blood
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Then only black was a setback
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The end, the edge,
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a dive from the ledge
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Without my tongue¡¯s life I am dead
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Incapable of suicide, these thoughts they quickly died
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If I jumped I would just fly, dip, and rise
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And I did back to consciousness
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Casual
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| Gruvis Malt |
