From sea to shining sea 
From island small to great country 
In places and spaces where the sane dare not tread 
You stalk and crawl alive yet dead 
Phasma 

You are the wind beneath the Eagles wing 
Watching his back, committing his sins 
Around clock and calendar duty bound 
Seldom heard or seen above or below ground 
Phasma 

Privileged to serve your nation 
The hummingbird from station to station 
So many lives not one your own 
Deep in a crowd, you're standing alone 
Phasma 

Oh, the hypocritical irony 
The jaded truth in things you see 
The price your kind is forced to pay 
Ah, to be "normal" again, for just one day 
Phasma 


In the shadows where you thrive 
In the shadows you will cry 
In the shadows you have killed 
In the shadows you will die 
Phasma 

For it's extolled as the greater good 
Your prime years in Dante's neighborhood 
If only the hoi polloi knew 
The dirt it takes to keep the eagle "safe" and blue 
Phasma 

Freedom is a relative thing 
A mirage, a faux diamond ring 
And so my nightingale sings 
Whose pulling, whose strings? 

Obscurity… 
The lonesome comforts of a potter's grave 
Not a soul recalls or cares about… 
The blood you so willingly gave 

For you are a… 
Ghost 

A spook almost…