To the city at an early age
Came a man who would remain back of the scenes
From a town where he was always viewed
In the din he felt serene for he could be
Voyeurs, voyeurs
Got a job on the telephone
Selling siding for one’s home
Good, but not content
Even though he liked much music
From TV he got his kicks
Watch but not be seen
Voyeurs, voyeurs
Found a job as a cameraman behind a one way mirror
Such a rush for him to doubly disappear
Love to see people with guilt on their faces
Then arrested by his anonymous look
Voyeurs, voyeurs
Took his camera to TV
Never felt so complete
Got his lucky break
Now he’s going to a war zone
Bullets flying everywhere
Bodies falling in the square
His camera whirring like his mind
He’s no longer there
Feels the power of life and death
This invisible god this astralete
Feels so strong and able
His goals been reached
A little later on that week
Apollo decides his time has peaked
Takes a gun to help him do
Only what a god must do