| I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
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| I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
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| On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
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| Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
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| No incantations of remorse, my friend
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| Unsheath the blade within the voice
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| My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
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| I am the assassin
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| Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
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| Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare
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| Who gouged the notches in the family tree
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| Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
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| Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
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| (assassin, my friend.)
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| Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
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| Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
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| Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
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| Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervour
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| Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction
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| My friend, your friend, the assassin
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| A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
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| Let bitter silence infect the wound
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| I am the assassin, (your friend)
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| Assassin
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| You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone
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| Parading a hollywood conscience
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| You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
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| Pavlovian slaver at the cash-till ring of success
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| A non-com observer, I assassin, the collector… defector
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| So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
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| And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
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| To eradicate the problem, my friend
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| Unsheath the blade within the voice
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| Within the voice, within the voice
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| Within the voice
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| And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway
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| My friend? |