I was a silent partner. I found myself with the rabble who stood on the mount, hipshot, thinking, but not out loud: "There are too many prophets here."
On the unlucky side of a stab in the dark, I took it in silence, I took it to heart. I carried it quietly over the wall. There were too many prophets there.
I was behind it. Strike on, zero. Strike on, zero.
I was a silent partner for once, and I had been split into two sections. Here is my heart and here is my song. There are too many prophets here.
I am divided. Strike on, zero. Strike on, zero.
I was a silent partner, I know the part of the forest where you shouldn't go. Now out of the woods and out in the day, I see there's too many prophets here.
Strike on, zero. Strike on, zero. Strike on, zero. Strike on, zero.
