Walking in the subway always made you
feel upset
nameless faced mixed together in a
faithless fete
but you know, if life’s your mirror you’re
the one to blame
thru the port the moon is smiling like its
Cate Blanchett

Not all killers ramble thru with refined
taste
take a walk with fate
not all victims play so fiercely with their
razor blades
take a walk with fate

Natural selection never played it so quite
well
in the midst of murder plays in dialectic
rage
“looks that kill” one instant and then
crying off backstage
Taking all your hurt on others, blood
dripping from your chanel

Not all killers ramble thru with refined
taste
take a walk with fate
not all victims play so fiercely with their
razor blades
take a walk with fate