The Taste of Iron
Our hands move perfectly
We, together, are one
As we finish our job
We're watching the sun
It goes down like our hands
As we swing them with knives
The decisions we've made
Will change both our lives
Our blood stained red lips
They meet when we're done
But our rain of terror
Has just now begun
My hand feels your heartbeat
The body, we dispose
As I rinse off the tools
You rinse off the clothes
One more kiss, one last touch
We'll be sure to stay silent
For the next life we take
We'll be even more violent
We, together, are one
As we finish our job
We're watching the sun
It goes down like our hands
As we swing them with knives
The decisions we've made
Will change both our lives
Our blood stained red lips
They meet when we're done
But our rain of terror
Has just now begun
My hand feels your heartbeat
The body, we dispose
As I rinse off the tools
You rinse off the clothes
One more kiss, one last touch
We'll be sure to stay silent
For the next life we take
We'll be even more violent