I was a silent partner.   I found myself with the rabble who stood on the mount,   hipshot, thinking, but not out loud:   "There are too many prophets here."      On the unlucky side of a stab in the dark,    I took it in silence, I took it to heart.   I carried it quietly over the wall.   There were too many prophets there.      I was behind it.   Strike on, zero.   Strike on, zero.      I was a silent partner for once,    and I had been split into two sections.   Here is my heart and here is my song.    There are too many prophets here.      I am divided.   Strike on, zero.   Strike on, zero.      I was a silent partner,    I know the part of the forest where you shouldn't go.   Now out of the woods and out in the day,   I see there's too many prophets here.       Strike on, zero.   Strike on, zero.   Strike on, zero.   Strike on, zero.