Beneath the tailorжЉЇ 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 youжЉ®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
IжЉ¦ clean of consequence
IжЉ¦ niggling, shameful, guilty
IжЉ¦ tempted, IжЉ¦ hungry
Instinct to kill
My will has dropped, and I want it with a passion
IжЉ¦ lead by the weapon and itжЉЇ red for hire
But IжЉ¦ clean of consequence
I am the murderer