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(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquenceI am the assassin, providing your nemesisOn 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 friendI am the assassinWho decorates the scarf with the fugi knotWho camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stareWho gouged the notches from the family treeWho hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm tranceAssassing, 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 dictionMy 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 woundI am the assassin, my friendI am the assassin, my friendI am the assassin, my friendYou were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone parading a hollywood conscienceYou were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetishPavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of successA non com observerI assassin the collectorDefectorSo 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 voiceAnd what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend?