The Subtle Arts of Murder and Persuasion

The Subtle Arts of Murder and Persuasion

Lamb of God

The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion
Into cold into nothingness, it's snowing in his mind.

He's created himself in his own image.
Lust held for him means naught, a knock on the door
Brings no smile to his cruel lips,
The welcome in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him.

Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the back of his neck.
His dead eyes pierce the night.
As his gaze falls down on the city it fills him the method ascertained, conviction.
He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed

Written by BLYTHE/MORTON/ADLER/CAMPBELL/ADLER
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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