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The Assassin's Ballad

from Ghosts Of The Living, Vol. I by The Vermeers

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There's a hole in my cell
That they call a window
And it lets all the insects crawl in
There's a hole in my soul
That they call a sickness
And it lets all the insects crawl in

Maybe these insects have twisted my thinkin'
Or maybe it's just funny 'cause I'm bored
But you kill a rich man
They say you're an assassin
But you kill a million poor men
They say you're winning the war
Winning the war

There is mold on my bread
They say is what I deserve
And it fills me up 'til I'm sick
There is mold in my heart
They say is what I deserve
And it fills me up 'til I'm sick

Maybe this mold has eaten my spirit
Or maybe it's just funny 'cause I'm bored
But you level a building
They say you're a terrorist
You level a nation
They say you've evened the score
Evened the score

There's a chill in my cell
That they say is the winter
And it slowly forms ice in my blood.
There's a chill through my veins
That they say is an evil
And it slowly forms ice in my blood

Maybe this ice has frozen my reason
Or maybe it's just funny 'cause I'm bored
But you kill a tyrant
They say you're a villain
But you kill a hundred oppressed men
They say it's upholding the law
Upholding the law

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from Ghosts Of The Living, Vol. I, released November 29, 2011

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