Silent Secrets

ad I hate him Nothing you can be is more terrible than what I am Have you no respect? Then I feel sorry for you and your lack of soul The music of these things have meaning and significance to us I assumed they did to you But without this awareness I'm afraid you cannot be our organist In conscience, I must ask you to resign I've got to see your hideousness And you've got to see mine Quiet, someone's coming I hate him for what he's done to me Can your horror match mine? Quiet Again, here, again! Wonder which of us is more awful Nothing you can be is more terrible than what I am I hate him