(ęDavid Cuny 1999)

You've got farsight - it's like some secret power
and a rock locked high in a stone cold tower
searching the heavens with an anxious eye
but can you really tell the truth from a lie?

It's not the message; it's how it's said
It's not the words, but how they're read
I'll give you pictures without a frame
and faces with no name.

Give me the words, and I'll use them
twist them around, and confuse them
until they're nothing close to what was meant:
cruel and mean, or sick and bent.

What you see isn't really what you get.
Are you such a fool not to have learned your lesson yet?
Gazing deep into your crystal ball
I'll show you everything and nothing at all.

It's not the message; it's how it's said
Give me the chance to play with your head
I'll sit and whisper into your ear
and find a reason for everything that you fear.

Give me the words, and I'll use them
twist them around, and confuse them
What you hear isn't what was meant
I killed the messenger before the letter was sent

Comments
This is an unfinished work that has not yet been fully set to music.