1 of the Others Songtext
von 2nd Face

Aren′t you speaking
Words of wisdom
And won't you stop alluring
Until your will is done

Aren′t you possessive
Are you not sick of my mind?
Did I not feed you enough?
Conspirators, unkind

Staggering blind
Into mayhem defined
Grind myself out of apathy
Into all-too-sober reality

Aren't you the whisperer
Doom-monger
Proceed to make me a maniac
And keep growing stronger


Sonic whisperer
Shadow unseen
Be sure that I'm your listener
Instrumented unclean

And I recoil
When you′re raising your voice
I′m telling myself
That I still have the choice
That I am the one that is
Making the rules
And asking the questions
So blind with affection

You pull the strings with a steady hand
I'm serving on demand, sort the
Pieces of the puzzle that is
Our togetherness and I′ll be
Safe and patronized, as long as I
Play my role under your control
What a tragedy that I'm the only thing
You′ll ever know and never outgrow


And I recoil
When you're raising your voice
I′m telling myself
That I still have the choice
That I am the one that is
Making the rules
And asking the questions
So blind with affection

Unsettled myself now
There must be at least
3 of your kind
I'm keeping in mind
When 1 is resigned
There still are the others
Remain undetected
Until the last thought smothers