A Song About Killing Songtext

and petty thieves still find their tears.



But didn't bury the body deep enough.



The clown paints himself a smile and makes a fist

while children laugh to watch the lady sawn in two,

yea, clean in two.

(And a cotton-candy circus ring plays host to beauty spoiled.)

Throw your last word on the fire,

try and stay warm


Tongue tied killer, chalk white around blood red hearts

with every stumbling confession.

Maybe the smoothest skin will take the weight.



Murderer!

I am the tongue tied killer.