The Muse – What Am I?

The panel was back; they assaulted me with blinding light Another series of polite introductions; I keep my lips sealed tight Another couple of questions in this lonely hall They seemed polite but all I felt was gall What are you, they questioned with great bias They sought to know what was under the mask …

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The Muse – Who Am I

​I went and stood before the panel; the lights were extremely bright They started by trying to reassure me; everything was going to be alright They were going to ask me a couple of questions; thats all But a couple of questions could feel like a firing squad when you got your back against the …