Fish - Incubus Lyrics
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passionForwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating aheadPerfumed shift, within the stammering silenceThe face that launched a thousand framesBetrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained careerYouve played this scene before, youve played this scene beforeI, the mote in your eye,I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, reactionThe darkroom unleashes imagination, in pornographic imagesIn which you will always be the starUntouchable, unapproachableConstant in the darkness, in the darknessNursing an erection, a misplaced reactionWith no flower to place before this gravestoneAnd the walls become enticingly newspaper thinBut that would only be developing the negative viewAnd you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public actLet you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalkLet the cats walkIve played, this scene before, Ive played, this scene beforeI, the mote in your eye,I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, satisfactionYou cant brush me under the carpet, you cant hide me under the stairsThe custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryearWho, as you crawled out of the alleys of obscuritySentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymityYou, who I directed with a lovers will, you who I let hypnotize the lensYou who I let bathe in the spotlights glareYou who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint maskJust like a greasepaint maskBut now Im the snake in the grassThe ghost of film reels pastThe producer of your nightmareAnd the performance has just begun, its just begunBegun, its just begunYour perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppetsAs you stutter, paralyzed, with rabbits eyesSearing the shadows, flooding the wingsTo pluck elusive salvation from the understudys lipsRetrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituaryMy cue line in the last act, and youll wait in silent solitudeWaiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt.Youve played this scene before
