Beneath the tailor抯 stitches

Crowds and crowds of butchers play

Hung high from the ceiling

Staring at it, wondering how...



No tree, no wall can stop their hell

No snake, no trick is accounted for



I am the murderer



Complete this fatal moment

While you抮e twisted and ready

For duty calls: you are the bravest of all men



No suit, no shoe can hide the smell

No snake, no trick is accounted for



I am the murderer



I抦 clean of consequence

I抦 niggling, shameful, guilty

I抦 tempted, I抦 hungry



Instinct to kill



My will has dropped, and I want it with a passion

I抦 lead by the weapon and it抯 red for hire



But I抦 clean of consequence



I am the murderer