Listen a moment, if you may spare your eyes;

I cannot speak coherently.

My words fall upon a deaf tongue; they struggle to string themselves together, to form patterns in the warm breath that mists before my chapped lips. It is dumb, this moment, this language of mine. Inconceivable. But yet I try again and again, a thousand times over, to express these unintelligible musings, these incomprehensible emotions.

Yet, as they fall on a deaf tongue,
 these poor words of mine,
they too fall on deaf ears. 

For your ears only;

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure you're all wondering who I am, but my name is inconseqential. All you need to know is that I'm not here to harm you, or to have any of my companions harm you.

(There is no need to cry, madam, this weapon is just for the cameras.)

Please, my dear friends, listen to what I have to say. I will only say this once, so pay attention."