Incubus Lyrics by Fish

Incubus Lyrics

    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

    You've played this scene before, you've 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

    I've played, this scene before, i've played, this scene before
    I, the mote in your eye,
    I, the mote in your eye, a misplaced reaction, satisfaction

    You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't 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 lover's will, you who i let hypnotize the lens
    You who i let bathe in the spotlight's glare
    You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
    Just like a greasepaint mask

    But now i'm 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 rabbit's eyes
    Searing the shadows, flooding the wings
    To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
    Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
    My cue line in the last act, and you'll wait in silent solitude
    Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt.

    You've played this scene before

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