Beneath the tailoræ?¯ 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 youæ?®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

Iæ?¦ clean of consequence
Iæ?¦ niggling, shameful, guilty
Iæ?¦ tempted, Iæ?¦ hungry

Instinct to kill

My will has dropped, and I want it with a passion
Iæ?¦ lead by the weapon and itæ?¯ red for hire

But Iæ?¦ clean of consequence

I am the murderer