Marillion

Track 4 of _Fugazi_ ---
To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt.
Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent.
As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore.
(Of the whore)
I am the harlequin, with diamonded costume dripping shades of green,
I am the harlequin, sense strangers violate my sanctuary, prowl my dreams.
(My dreams)
And their my dreams.
(Their my dreams!)
Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thought's. (thoughts)
Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots. (plots)
Innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence.
To don the robes of Torquemada, to resurrect the Inquisition,
And in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions,
within questions.