[Verse 1] Late night in the shadows of the Dustbowl sky, Cigarette ember where the streetlights die, Suit pressed razor-sharp, tie knotted just right, I move like a rumor through the edge of your sight. Footsteps on the gravel but you never hear, Every little heartbeat tasting like fear. I’m the chill in the air when the payload crawls by, You don’t know my name, but you’ll know when you die. [Chorus] I’m the man in the mask with a razor smile, Silk on my tongue and a heart of denial. Every kiss on your cheek hides a blade in my hand, I slip through the cracks where the weak ones stand. When the lights go low and your luck runs dry, You can bet your last breath that I’m close nearby. Snap of a watch, then a soft goodbye, That’s the calling card of the Spy. [Verse 2] Pocket full of sappers and a rose for the show, I dance between your turrets where the spotlights glow. One glance in the mirror, I’m your trusted friend, But the trust that you’re feeling is the means to the end. I’m a ghost in a pinstripe, a lie in a grin, Every secret you whisper is a way I get in. I leave perfume and smoke hanging thin in the air, You’ll swear you saw no one, but I promise I was there. [Chorus] I’m the man in the mask with a razor smile, Silk on my tongue and a heart of denial. Every kiss on your cheek hides a blade in my hand, I slip through the cracks where the weak ones stand. When the lights go low and your luck runs dry, You can bet your last breath that I’m close nearby. Snap of a watch, then a soft goodbye, That’s the calling card of the Spy. [Bridge] Flip of the cloaking switch, I vanish in blue, Your back is a canvas, I paint it with truth. Checkmate in the alleys, I’m three steps ahead, By the time you feel the sting, I’m already dead. I tango with danger in a gentleman’s coat, With a dagger for rhythm and a lie in each note. I’m the whisper in spawn, I’m the last thing you’ll see, Just a shimmer of smoke where your heart used to be. [Chorus] I’m the man in the mask with a razor smile, Silk on my tongue and a heart of denial. Every kiss on your cheek hides a blade in my hand, I slip through the cracks where the weak ones stand. When the lights go low and your luck runs dry, You can bet your last breath that I’m close nearby. Snap of a watch, then a soft goodbye, That’s the calling card of the Spy. [Outro] So raise up your glass to the tricks and the lies, To the smoke, to the daggers, to the suits and the ties. When the jazz fades out and the bar runs dry, You’ll remember the night that you danced with the Spy. A flick of the wrist, then the curtain falls, Just a shadow in the doorway, walking out of it all.
