Venona - The Receiving End Of Sirens

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