Track 1 of _Fugazi_ ---
I am the a**a**in, with tongue forged from eloquence.
I am the a**a**in, 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 a**a**in, (a**a**in, a**a**in)
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.
Assa**in, a**a**in, a**a**in, a**a**in.
(Assa**in , 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 a**a**ins' fervor.
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction,
my friend, your friend, the a**a**in.
my friend, your friend, the a**a**in.
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds...
(my friend, your friend, the a**a**in.)
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds...
(my friend, your friend, the a**a**in.)
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
I am the a**a**in, (your friend)
I am the a**a**in, (your friend)
I am the a**a**in, (your friend)
Assa**in!
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 a**a**in, 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 a**a**ins who accuse a**a**ins, anyway...
My friend?