I think I would choose this to "speak for me," as it were, because I identify with the mood and tempo of the song. It's dark, on the slower side, elegantly composed, and it's coherent. The story being told in the lyrics matches perfectly with the structure of the music. And it's sad and a little moody without being self-indulgent, melodramatic, or sentimental.
Today he has no means, he's alone and anonymous
But written in his cells he has got the marks of the
I'm looking for this man to sell him to other men
To sell him to other men at ten times the price at least
I'm looking for this man who knows the rules of the game
Who's able to forget them to realize my aim
I'm looking for this man to make us rich and famous
One - You lock the target
Two - You bait the line
Three- You slowly spread the net
And four - You catch the man
"How dreadful!" cried Lord Henry. "I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect." ~ Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray
Well, I suppose I identify with the imagery. The idea of reality being a kind of "golden cage," perhaps feeling that it drains me and makes me seem like less than I am. And of course, that I love to indulge myself in tales and myths, get lost in them, stop caring about reality. Stories mean a lot to me.
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know
I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow....
To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
Its either this or that way
Its one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.
The song is like the inner workings of my mind.
There is a thinking stuff from which all things are made, and which, in its original state, permeates, penetrates, and fills the interspaces of the universe.