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