Assassing
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquenceI am the assassin, providing your Nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friendUnleash a stranger from a kiss, my friendNo incantations of remorse, my friendUnsheathe the blade within the voice, my friendMy friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knotWho camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stareWho gouged the notches from the family treeWho hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassingListen to the blade, feel the blade!
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precisionPatterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incisionAdjectives of annihilationBury the point beyond redemptionVenomous verbs of ruthless candourPlagiarise assassins fervourApocalyptic alphabet casting spellThe creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend the assassinMy friend, your friend the assassinA friend in need is a friend that bleedsA friend in need is a friend that bleedsLet bitter silence infect the woundLet bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, my friendI am the assassin, my friendI am the assassin, my friend
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zoneParading a Hollywood conscienceYou were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetishPavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of successA non com observerI assassin the collectorDefector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friendAnd I emerged the chilling stranger, my friendTo eradicate the problem, my friendUnsheathe the blade within the voice, within the voiceWithin the voice, within the voice
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend?