MARILLION - Incubus lyrics
rate me(fish / marillion)<br><br>When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion<br>Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead<br>Perfumed shift within the stammering silence, the face<br>That launched a thousand frames betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career, career<br><br>You played this scene before, you played this scene before<br>I the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye<br>I the mote in your eye<br>A misplaced reaction, reaction<br><br>The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images<br>In which you will always be the star, always be the star<br>Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness, in the darkness<br>Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction, with no flower to place before this gravestone<br>And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin<br>But that would be developing the negative view<br>And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour<br>The public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk<br>Let the cats walk, and the cat walks<br><br>I've played this scene before<br>I've played this scene before<br>I the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye<br>I the mote in your eye<br>A misplaced reaction, satisfaction<br><br>A irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhere<br><br>You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs<br>The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear<br>Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity<br>Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity<br>You who I directed with lovers will<br>You who I let hypnotise the lens<br>You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare<br>You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask<br>Just like a greasepaint mask<br><br>But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of filmreels past<br>I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun<br>It's just begun, it's just begun<br><br>Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets<br>As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows<br>Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips<br>Retrieve the soliloque, maintain the obituary<br>My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude<br>Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt<br><br>You've played this scene before
