Whisper not the secret
Dare not tell the world
Keep the wild backseat
With the masked photographer
Lock away the treasure
See you were the prize
Keep it in the darkness
Away from recognize
Not a word
Not a word
I will be the shaman
Healer in the night
Cool the savage fever
Quail the appetite
Day and night I will vanish
Vapor in the dawn
Cipher to the others
Spector hearing on
Not a word
Not a word
Pressies through the temple
Precess on the knees
Perhaps I shall acknowledge
Or ignore all of the greeds
What's in fire island
Waxing flame is strong
Never separated
Till the dark is dawn
Not a word
Not a word