Текст песни The Fists Of Protocol

So this is the sound that murder makes:
A cobweb sigh
enough to shut my eyes
and make me wish this wasn't new to me

So this is the sound that murder makes:
The hum of hope
the buzz of neck and rope
that speaks up when the public finds its prey

It took some time
to settle in
brief introductions were made:
blade to skin
eye contact too
right at the end
I saw a wolf dressed like a friend
Death at first sight,
sleep at the end of the longest night,
I always thought I'd fight
I never thought you'd

Send me bleeding on my way
smashing things to fill the garbage temple where we shared rent
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but we can't cash them in anywhere

So I became a bank
a steel fort of endless funds

So this is the sound that murder makes:
the sum of soot
the fear of what's afoot
the realization that your heart's astray

So this is the sound that murder makes:
the number-punching thunder that the fists of protocol obey

Maybe it's true
maybe we only sang one song
maybe we're first place in a zombie marathon
but now there's a sound - a symphony of suffering
spit from the throat you slit
and we're writing our names in it

Now I'm a razor blade
I am a pile of pills
a hand without a heart
and what doesn't bleed cannot be ---