Lyrics:

(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)


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

Unsheathe 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 a thousand yard stare

Who gouged the notches from the family tree

Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance


Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing

Listen to the blade, feel the blade!


Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision

Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision

Adjectives of annihilation

Bury the point beyond redemption

Venomous verbs of ruthless candour

Plagiarise assassins fervour

Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell

The creed of tempered diction


My friend, your friend the assassin

My friend, your friend the assassin

A friend in need is a friend that bleeds

A friend in need is a friend that bleeds

Let bitter silence infect the wound

Let bitter silence infect the wound


I am the assassin, my friend

I am the assassin, my friend

I am the assassin, my friend


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

Unsheathe 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?