Murder - Peccatum

Hear me speak!

As I am the master of one tongue

The thorn in your eye

The mirror of your soul

Unmerciful be the truth

Change is near

Change is here

I must fly

I must drown

There is no once upon a time

It is THE time

To rip apart the blindfold

And view the circle of shame

Bizarre, grotesque

Yet embraced

By those inside

Stones thrown

Fallen ones kicked

Searchers pulled down

A circle fed on lies

Change is near

Change is here

I must fly

I must drown

Insiders in;

Outsiders out

Strait-jacket given birth

Dreams killed

First degree murder

And so Thou shalt be condemned