Beneath the tailor? stitches
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Crowds and crowds of butchers play
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Hung high from the ceiling
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Staring at it, wondering how...
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No tree, no wall can stop their hell
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No snake, no trick is accounted for
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I am the murderer
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Complete this fatal moment
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While you?e twisted and ready
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For duty calls: you are the bravest of all men
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No suit, no shoe can hide the smell
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No snake, no trick is accounted for
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I am the murderer
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I? clean of consequence
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I? niggling, shameful, guilty
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I? tempted, I? hungry
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Instinct to kill
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My will has dropped, and I want it with a passion
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I? lead by the weapon and it? red for hire
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But I? clean of consequence
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I am the murderer
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I Am The Murderer
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| Locust (England) |
