B.J. Murphy - Shakespeare Whispers lyrics

In the shadows of back alley body shops, Artificial limbs next to artificial pleasures, There floats, in a transparent cubicle, your gaze of a better tomorrow. Fiending for a meaning as we're meeting up top, Ignoring my recording, Reconfirming your nonchalance. I know you've heard it all, Shakespeare whispers, it's all the same. So let our silence play the game As my sins carry your name.