Track 1 of _Fugazi_ ---
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacraficial altar to success, my friend;
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend;
No incantations of remorse, my friend;
Unsheath the blade within the voice,
my friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin, (assassin, assassin)
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot,
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare,
Who gouged the notches in the family tree,
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
(Assassin , my friend)
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision,
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption,
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervor
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
(my friend, your friend, the assassin)
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds
(my friend, your friend, the assassin)
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
I am the assassin, (your friend)
I am the assassin, (your friend)
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin!
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 noncom 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,
Unsheath 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?