When dogs try to speak…
The dissection of cosmos
has unveiled the horror
that there's no such thing as crime
It's just the ways of the world
There's no just punishment
for these stars that shine
The search for what makes us men - not beasts
goes on and on
But these barking dogs they all pretend - for I know
it's the murderer in all men
Rejoice when a relative dies
One more chance to fake you're no murderer
We all lie in the same dirty gutters
and bark at each other night after night
Deep in the primordial ooze
which truly is the pits
we all descend to dream
Murderer
Murderer
