Testi musica canzoni

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