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