Casual Songtext

History blisters me with truth and density

memories, like destinies

remain untouchable

the present presents presents

lessons to give or to receive? This question's evident

I am confident in my apparent specialist quest

agent intelligence

having already studied my own relovence

I remain anonymous You have not seen me

Mr. No Identity frequently spying your frequencies
Recording and deleting theories honestly



CHORUS

Casual

The hiss of this abyss is bliss

Casual

A ringing in my ears is refreshment



After a time of having my presence go unnoticed

the finest of gifts my cloak of mystery suddenly deserted me

The observer

now easily observed

was obvious due to an absurd onslaught of nerves

a bustle, a pound

my body found the ground

slowly surrounded by a society now spying me

Shall we try diplomacy?

My future looks bloody

I'd seen too much and for that I was hated

Yet their ideas I could not condemn

this amount of knowledge was the same reason I hated them

they cut off my tongue saying all senses are related

The crowd afraid of being incriminated

if I relayed these faded observations

I tasted blood

Then only black

was it a setback, the end the edge

a dive from the ledge

without my tongue's life

I am dead.

Incapable of suicide

these thoughts quickly died

if I jumped I would just fly, dip, and rise

And I did

back to consciousness



CHORUS