I, Assassin
We are assassins
We are not evil
We act with reason and heart
Your heart
We are not vicious
Is that surprising?
Were so much larger than life
I, assassin, I am
I, assassin, I am
I just arrived
Something to fix
This new depression
We are not hunters
We are just patient
Well wait a lifetime for you
Just you
Ive never felt good
Ive never felt bad
Ive never felt much at all
I, assassin, I am
I, assassin, I am
Theres nothing personal
Just read the papers
Thats real
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Assassin
Track 1 of _Fugazi_ ---
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence.
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis.
On the sacraficial altar to success, my friend;
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend;
No incantations of remorse, my friend;
Unsheath the blade within the voice,
my friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin, (assassin, assassin)
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot,
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare,
Who gouged the notches in the family tree,
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance.
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin.
(Assassin , my friend.)
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision,
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision.
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption,
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervor.
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction,
my friend, your friend, the assassin.
my friend, your friend, the assassin.
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds...
(my friend, your friend, the assassin.)
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds...
(my friend, your friend, the assassin.)
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
I am the assassin, (your friend)
I am the assassin, (your friend)
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin!
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone,
Parading a Hollywood conscience;
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish,
Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success.
A noncom observer, I assassin, the collector... defector.
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend,
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend,
To eradicate the problem, my friend,
Unsheath the blade within the voice,
within the voice, within the voice,
within the voice.
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway...
My friend
song performed by by Marillion
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Killing The Thing That You Love
Brick by brick you built a mansion
Piece by piece it seems
Youre tearing it down
Once you walked so tall and handsome
Now nobody even wants you around
Now youre just some kind of
Leftover clown
Now youre like Quasi Modo crying
As you look in the mirror
At what youve become
Killing the thing that you love
Like Lennons assassin
Lennons assassin
Reaching for Venus De Milo
But shes never gonna hold you tight
You plant plutonium silos
Then you blister from the sun thats too bright
Like a vampire stepping into the light
Just a victim of your own greed as you
Look in the mirror
At what youve become
Killing the world that you love
Like Lennons assassin
Lennons assassin
The genius of a generation
Blown away just like a leaf on the wind
And now youre looking for salvation
But you cant forget the places youve been
And you cant erase a lifetime of sin
And you cant escape the answers as you
Look in the mirror
At what youve become
Dredging the river for what you have done
Killing the thing that you love
Like Lennons assassin
Lennons assassin
song performed by by Styx
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Assassing
(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend
My friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare
Who gouged the notches from the family tree
Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing
Listen to the blade, feel the blade!
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation
Bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candour
Plagiarise assassins fervour
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell
The creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend the assassin
My friend, your friend the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
Let bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, my friend
I am the assassin, my friend
I am the assassin, my friend
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone parading a hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success
A non com observer
I assassin the collector
Defector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheathe the blade within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend?
song performed by by Marillion
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The Assassin, the Artist, and the Dog
Walking across this dangerous land
In this magical but corrupted world
The assassin, the artist, and the dog travel
This world is unbalanced
It surely is a world in ruin
The assassin, the artist, and the dog travel
And they know
That to survive
They must fight
Whether they like it or not
The assassin has his dangerous swords
and sharpened throwing tools
The artist has her enchanted paintbrushes
and magical paints
The dog has his bark and bite
And that's good enough for him
Everything else is perfect for the rest of them
During the day
During the night
As they travel along
It's a world on the brink of madness
But the assassin, the artist, and the dog know
of that
They know of the choices and chances they'll
have to make and take
It's tough out there to survive
But they know what it will take
They know what the world is like
They know how the world is
poem by Justin Gildow
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Fallen Angel
I hear those voices on the radio
I switched it off because she told me so
Shes an investigator, shes like an elevator
Nobody told me wed be all alone, you know
Somewhere my friend had left me in that twilight zone, you know
She said, Ive seen your deepest secrets now
Theyre just as lightning in the look of your eyes
I said, I want you baby, isaid, I want some more
I said, I never ever felt it like that moment before
Shes an assassin, shes melting steel in my heart
And I beg for more
She said, I want your body, she said, I want your soul
She said, a fallen angel takes it and shell never let go
Shes an invader, shes from another world
And I beg for more and more
Shes raising feelings cutting like a knife
Shes pouring fire into my liquid life
Theres no escaping from her mysteries
She gives me kisses of the strangest kind, she says
I know youll like it, so come over here, she says
And let that rhythm filter through your body, dear
And then she...
She always did it and she always will
Shell stay that hunter till the end of time
I said, I want you baby, isaid, I want some more
I said, I never ever felt it like that moment before
Shes an assassin, shes melting steel in my heart
And I beg for more
She said, I want your body, she said, I want your soul
She said, a fallen angel takes it and shell never let go
Shes an invader, shes from another world
And I beg for more and more..
Gold/1984
song performed by by Alphaville
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Black And Decker (TM) Ambush
The toaster oven turned house assassin
The switch was off - orange bright light was on
And feeling the unexpected heat
As 'Doubting Thomas' worked the switch
Unbelieving of observation.
Our sweet toaster had turned assassin
And though having missed by some greater grace
As assassins are wont to do
The house would have been the object of its fire.
Justice was summary and swift
Betraying house god to the trash was a fast throw
But despite the execution fear has lingered
Where ever did its malignant spirit go?
poem by Bill Grace
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Parallels For The Pious
'HE holds a pistol to my head,
Swearing he will shoot me dead,
If he have not my purse instead,
The robber!'
'He, with the lash of wealth and power,
Flogs out my heart and flings the dower,
The sneering pittance of his hour,
The robber!'
'He shakes his serpent tongue that lies,
Wins trust for poisoned sophistries,
And stabs me in the dark, and flies,
The assassin!'
'He pits me in the dreadful fight
Against my fellow. Then he quite
Strips both his victims in the night,
The assassin!'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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The camera can be the most deadly weapon since the assassin's bullet. Or it can be the lotion of the heart.
quote by Norman Parkinson
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Collide
I felt my heart collapse
On the day that I met him
I felt my heart collapse
It filled up to the rim
I felt my heart collapse
When my eyes traveled 'round
I felt my heart collapse
The one I had found
I felt my heart collapse
When he first touched my skin
I felt my heart collapse
Oh it seemed a lovely sin
I felt my heart collapse
It fell without a sound
I felt my heart collapse
Oh I knew I had found
I felt my heart collapse
When we shared that first kiss
I felt my heart collapse
I thought that I would almost miss
I felt my heart collapse
I was lost in his embrace
I felt my heart collapse
I kept staring at his face
Oh my heart collapsed on that day
Ever since it's been that same way
My love for you has not faded
Ever since the day it escaped
poem by Courtney Beaudry
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I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
I am an american aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
Im running out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
Lets forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Lets undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didnt hurt?
I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming
Take from the inside, lady gold on tight
You so right when you said I been drinking
What was I thinking when we said goodnight?
I want to hold you in the bible-black pre-dawn
Youre quite a quiet domino, bury me not
Take off your bandaid because I dont believe in touchdowns
What was I thinking when we said hello?
I always thought that if I held you tightly
Youd always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep & the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in?
I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
Used to be lying when I said it wasnt easy
I am trying to break your heart
Disposable dixie cup drinking
I assassin down the avenue
Im running out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
song performed by by Wilco
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The Assasin
Now the contracts out
Theyve out the word about
Im coming after you
Its not the money I make
Its the thrill of the chase
And Im coming after you
I watch you every move
Study the things you do
And the pattern of your ways
I watch you walk you walk
I hear your telephone talk
I want to understand the way you think
Better watch out cos Im the assassin
Better watch out better watch out
Better watch out cos Im the assassin
Better watch out better watch out
Im in a cold sweat
I taste the smell of death
I know the moments getting closer
And as you walk to the light
I feel my hands go tight
Excitement running through my veins
Ive got you in my sights
Ive got you dead to rights
The triggers waiting for my fingers
I feel adrenalin rush
Its just the final touch
You can kiss your arse goodbye
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Procrastination is opportunity's assassin.
quote by Victor Kiam
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You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does.
quote by Laurell K. Hamilton
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The slanderer kills a thousand times; the assassin but once.
The Truth
COME then, let us at least know what's the truth.
Let us not blink our eyes and say
We did not understand; old age or youth
Benumbed our sense or stole our sight away.
It is a lie — just that, a lie — to declare
That Wages are the worth of Work.
No; they are what the Employer wills to spare
To let the Employee sheer starvation shirk.
They're the life-pittance Competition leaves,
The least for which brother'll slay brother.
He who the fruits of this hell-strife receives,
He is a thief, an assassin, and none other.
It is a lie — just that, a lie — to declare
That Rent's the interest on just gains.
Rent's the thumb-screw that makes the worker share
With him who worked not the produce of his pains.
Rent's the wise tax the human tape-worm knows.
The fat he takes; the life-lean leaves.
The holy Landlord is, as we suppose,
Just this — the model of assassin-thieves!
What is the trick the Rich-man, then, contrives?
How play my lords their brilliant rôles? —
They live on the plunder of our toiling lives,
The degradation of our bodies and souls!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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The weapon of the advocate is the sword of the soldier, not the dagger of the assassin.
quote by Alexander Cockburn
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The Tourist from Syracuse
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin.
-- John D. MacDonald
You would not recognize me.
Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
My eyes have the expression
Of the cold eyes of statues
Watching their pigeons return
From the feed you have scattered,
And I stand on my corner
With the same marble patience.
If I move at all, it is
At the same pace precisely
As the shade of the awning
Under which I stand waiting
And with whose blackness it seems
I am already blended.
I speak seldom, and always
In a murmur as quiet
As that of crowds which surround
The victims of accidents.
Shall I confess who I am?
My name is all names, or none.
I am the used-car salesman,
The tourist from Syracuse,
The hired assassin, waiting.
I will stand here forever
Like one who has missed his bus --
Familiar, anonymous --
On my usual corner,
The corner at which you turn
To approach that place where now
You must not hope to arrive.
poem by Donald Justice
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What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons in my life, that we are high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes.
quote by Charlie Sheen
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Chrono Number 13
Train Heartnet
Emotionless, skilled
Shooting, killing, running
He trust only himself
Assassin
poem by Bernadette Landingin
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Ninja Assassin
Sung Kang, Randall Duk Kim, Jonathan Chan-Pensley, Yuki Iwamoto, Ill-Young Kim
from Ninja Assassin (2009)
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