Beneath the tailors 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 youre 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 Im clean of consequence
Im niggling, shameful, guilty
Im tempted, Im hungry Instinct to kill My will has dropped, and I want it with a passion
Im lead by the weapon and its red for hire But Im clean of consequence I am the murderer.
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