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