For a man of many faces, you look familiar Prophetic voices in my head are telling me to Run like hell Where have you been? I still see you In the face
I've seen a man killed by his best friend with a greedy eye In a musical there's always someone to catch me There is comfort right in the eye of a hurricane
gun So let's start the countdown I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear) Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh
