The carcass calls to a century old crime
Where fingerprints weren't held hostage this time
A dead meat story
The killer achieved his glory
We look for the mask that he wears
We listen for the thoughts he shares
But we can't find him anywhere...
Because what we are looking for, we will not find
He's just a glimpse inside the human mind
Where chaos is awry with blood and gore
There is no significance anymore
We feed into this type of scene
We wonder constantly what it could mean
Biased and bloody, we continue to search
While the vulture overlooks us on his perch
He says that he must be discriminated
But apparently he remains jaded
He tries to explain his reason for the kill
And he won't stop until he gets his fill
We all eat up the desire
That the soul only goes higher
But wait until he gives the explanation
Leaving us all in contemplation
I swear he's smarter than we'll ever be
But he hung his noose upon that tree
We will never understand
This menace was never planned
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