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