Venona

Men are waiting patiently;
Remove me from the scene
A sea of faceless souls in suits
A sight for eyes, like thumbs;
Sore, crooked, and bow and foul relief

You! Have!
You have been exposed

Your eyes speak well of you
They play my requiem
To a closed-casket burial
Your conspiracy;
Conspiring to deliver me
To the authorities
I have been betrayed so graciously

My bloodhounds are hooked on a trail of ink
Which led me to the words you scribbled down;
An obituary dedicated to me
Submit before coming

Your eyes speak well of you
They play my requiem
To a closed-casket burial
Your conspiracy;
Conspiring to deliver me
To the authorities
I have been betrayed so graciously

I might as well be blind with isolated eyes like mine

Your fingers are star-crossed lovers that can't seem to get enough of each other
This pantomime dialect doesn't practice what you preach
Doesn't practice what you preach

Might as well be blind with isolated eyes like mine
Might as well be blind with isolated eyes like mine
Might as well be blind with isolated eyes like mine

Your eyes
Speak well
Of you
Blur your eyes and
Bend the lines
Do you like what you see?
Oh, Romeo