I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence |
| I am the assassin, providing your nemesis |
| On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend |
| Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend |
| No incantations of remorse, my friend |
| Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend |
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot |
| Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare |
| Who gouged the notches from the family tree |
| Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance |
Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing |
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision |
| Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision |
| Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction |
| Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption |
| Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour |
| A friend in need is a friend that bleeds |
| Let bitter silence infect the wound |
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone |
| Parading a Hollywood conscience |
| You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish |
| Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success |
| A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector |
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend |
| And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend |
| To eradicate the problem, my friend |
| Unsheathe the blade within the voice |
I am the assassin |
| I am the assassin |
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend? |