(Mr. Smith)
  
  My name is Smith
  Your silence is my trade
  My name is Smith
  Here in this bar you fade out
  
  Time heals nothing
  It merely rearranges our memory
  In zero bars
  Even time no longer seems willing to try
  
  Please look around
  Empty faces that never quite die
  Don't be surprised
  Their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes
  
  Nothing is real
  If you break down and cry they won't even stare
  Nobody feels
  It's far too risky to admit that you care
  
  My name is Smith
  Your silence is my trade
  My name is Smith
  Here in this bar you fade out