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            CHORUS       Casual      The hiss of this abyss is bliss      Casual      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            CHORUS