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   Unsheath the blade within the voice   My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend      I am the assassin      Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot   Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare   Who gouged the notches in the family tree   Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance      Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin   (assassin, my friend.)      Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision   Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision   Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption   Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervour   Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction   My friend, your friend, the assassin   A friend in need is a friend that bleeds   Let bitter silence infect the wound   I am the assassin, (your friend)   Assassin      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   Unsheath the blade within the voice   Within the voice, within the voice   Within the voice      And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway   My friend?