I Am The Murderer

Beneath the tailor's 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're 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'm clean of consequence

I'm niggling, shameful, guilty

I'm tempted, I'm hungry



Instinct to kill



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

I'm lead by the weapon and it's red for hire



But I'm clean of consequence



I am the murderer