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Letras: In On The Kill Taker



1. Facet Squared
2. Public Witness Program
3. Returning the Screw
4. Smallpox Champion
5. Rend It
6. 23 Beats Off
7. Sweet and Low
8. Cassavetes
9. Great Cop
10. Walken's Syndrome
11. Instrument
12. Last Chance for a Slow Dance


FACET SQUARED

pride no longer has definition everybody wears it, it always fits a state invoked for the lack of position strength is the bait that keeps us so busy if it's perforated, then i tear it to bits all sense lost in the frenzy they should never... ...touch the ground irony is the refuge of the educated always complaining but they never quit cool's eternal, but it always dated they should never... ...touch the ground it's not worth, it's the investment that keeps us tied up in all these strings we draw lines and stand behind them that's why flags are such ugly things that they should never... ...touch the ground


PUBLIC WITNESS PROGRAM

the eyes have it and the eyes always will the eyes have it and they're watching you still public witness charter - look out don't touch public witness says he's seeing too much i like to walk around it and i'm paid to stand around public witness seen it all


RETURNING THE SCREW

a fine disservice disceptive, too check for the sender sender was you caught me wide open no simple burn this is complicated calls for return fine disservice intended, too check for the sender sender was you the point has been recorded, the malice has been revealed when i stripped away the humor from the arrow it concealed sharpened and soaked in urine, it was meant to spread disease but now discovered becomes the sweet antithesis returning the screw it comes back to you


SMALLPOX CHAMPION

smallpox champion u s of a give natives some blankets warm like the grave this is the pattern cut from the cloth this is the pattern designed to take you right out this is the frontier with winter's so cold greed informs action where action makes bold to take all the cotton that's cut from the stalk weave the disease that's gonna take you right out what is good for the future what was good for the past - won't last bury your heart u s of a history rears up to spit in your face you saw what you wanted you took what you saw we know how you got it your method equals wipe out the end of the frontier and all that you own under the blankets of all that you've done memory serves us to serve you yet memory serves us to never let you wipe out cha-cha-cha-champion you'll get yours wipe out


REND IT

why don't you come to my house why don't you drag me right out past all the shit that i said i'm saying why don't you cut up my mouth and i don't care what you use just don't ask me to choose i forced a field to allow you that's not so easy to do i said i said what i said i want you to help me surrender rend it it's yours out in the open we're wide open night light comes into my room some shade of bruise-colored blue moves through my mind like a chemical imbalance on schedule my tasting face to the floor passive abject i'm sure i lick my lips when i need it don't want to lick them no more my love song went wrong


23 BEATS OFF

a name i recognise that name it was at the center of some ticker tape parade the lead story, a fine example a name, a name a name i recognise that name it was at the center of some magnifying glass the lead story, a fine example a name, a name he used to pretend he was fighting some war somewhere now everything depends on fighting some war he never thought he'd be an exclamation point a demonstration of his disease a punctuation mark a household name with hiv still, it's just still sound


SWEET AND LOW

(instrumental)


CASSAVETES

crush my calm you cassavetes i was sitting tight so quiet quiet in the dark till the lights came up my heart beating like a riot riot hollywood are you sitting on a sign for someone to come on bust a genre you poor city of shame ask me what you're needing i'll sell you his name cos he was the one to send it with truth that's something from someone and gena rowlands complete control for cassavetes if it's not for sale you can't buy it buy it sad-eyed mogul reaching for your wallet like hand to holster why don't you try it try it hollywood are you waiting on a sign for someone to come on bust a genre you poor city of shame ask me what you're needing i'll front you his name cos he was the one to send it with truth that's something from someone and gena rowlands


GREAT COP

got a lot of questions for me you got a lot of questions for me got your finger pointing at me distrusted i look for wires when i'm talking to you you'd make a great cop


WALKEN'S SYNDROME

fragile stem asleep at the stoplight again red dressed in red drenched in red spreading red ever red fragile stem veering for control again change lanes explain how strain defers the impact of speed on on past gone gone gone past on fragile stem made your own road again scars crash and glass made you laugh you'd show it off to your friends fragile stem lay down your arms and then steer into the headlights like the dead light of the last sun you'll see steering into headlights and your gone


INSTRUMENT

that one is predetermined that one, it finds another this one comes in one window sliding out the other we need an instrument to take a measurement to find out if loss could weigh we need to know value we need to place value in case it all comes true could it be loss could weigh? it's always they that's dying but now it's we that's dying so sooner comes the trying to understand that loss could weigh we've been dragged through the fire we bragged about that fire but suddenly we're tired could it be that loss could weigh? loss could weigh


LAST CHANCE FOR A SLOW DANCE

coughing inside your coffin like at the bottom of the sea inside you're breathing too numb for asking so i will leave it outside your door warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day some lights were shining not much for seeing but you'll be leaving the way you came shot shooting shot shot shot shooting yourself again for what to taste all the waste flare flakes a flower a burnt-out shower no one can see you were needing too shy for asking so i will leave it outside your door pulse stalls uncut but clotted when you had thought it would force a flow some lights were shining not much for seeing but you believe in the way you came