Teksty: Cannibal Corpse. The Wretched Spawn. Cyanide Assassin.

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Staking out the residence
Of the chosen target
Entering the empty home
Lace the food with poision

The hapless victim never had a chance
Precise contamination killed him fast

Shocking news traveld fast
But I have traveled faster
The only clue thats left behind
Poision in the cadaver

Cyanide assassin is my trade
Exacuting methods are my quarry's bane
Toxic killing tactics stop your breath
Precision dosage leaves the victim dead
Cyanide assassin

Life, my task to end
Death, I dont regret

Analyze the next assignment
Select the proper tools
Gas will be the most effective
That is what i'll use

Release the vapors in the victims room
Sleeping chambers fast become a tomb
Calculated venting should work fast
Enclosed space filled with poision gas
Cyanide assassin

Life, it should end fast
Death, he now should pass
Gasping, he fights for air
Face, fixed with dispair
But the end does not seem close
Misjudged the lethal dose
I must return, my works not done
He's still alive, but to weak to run

{Solo Jack Owen}

A sloppy job must be finished
Can't leave him in a coma
With my mask I wont smell
The almonnd like aroma
With syringe in hand I walk into his room
He's struggling with the damage from the fumes
I plunge the needle deep into his vein
Completion of the murder ends his pain
Cyanide assassin