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Fish - Incubus

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When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion

Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead

Perfumed shift, within the stammering silence

The face that launched a thousand frames

Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career



Youve played this scene before, youve played this scene before

I, the mote in your eye,

I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, reaction



The darkroom unleashes imagination, in pornographic images

In which you will always be the star

Untouchable, unapproachable

Constant in the darkness, in the darkness

Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction

With no flower to place before this gravestone

And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin

But that would only be developing the negative view

And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act

Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk

Let the cats walk



Ive played, this scene before, Ive played, this scene before

I, the mote in your eye,

I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, satisfaction



You cant brush me under the carpet, you cant hide me under the stairs

The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear

Who, as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity

Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity

You, who I directed with a lovers will, you who I let hypnotize the lens

You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare

You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask

Just like a greasepaint mask



But now Im the snake in the grass

The ghost of film reels past

The producer of your nightmare

And the performance has just begun, its just begun

Begun, its just begun



Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets

As you stutter, paralyzed, with rabbits eyes

Searing the shadows, flooding the wings

To pluck elusive salvation from the understudys lips

Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary

My cue line in the last act, and youll wait in silent solitude

Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt.



Youve played this scene before

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