Gentle Touch of a Killer

Bound for land shrouded by haze A distant calling draws the blind deep into the maze Thousand, upon thousand of forms Some prance, some dance (along in) ignorant bliss Some crawling like worms They have eyes but they do not see They know the sounds but do not grasp The words that I speak This is my body it is my blood A carcass washed off by the flood I, a myriad faces and frames Whatever you might whisper it is not my true name This is my body it is my blood A carcass washed off by the flood If I tore out my tongue would you remember my voice? If I broke every bone would you recognize the noise? Should I tear out my eyes, would you sense my gaze? If I tore off my cheekswould you recognize my face? If I... If I pulled every tooth would you see me through the grin To find... Digging past the flesh to find what's hidden within If our... If our colours changed Would you (then) count me as a friend? Or would... you leave... Or would you leave me to an untimely end Bound... Bound for land shrouded by haze To some an army To some a flock To some the devil has come to knock Bound... Bound for land shrouded by haze