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