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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marillion
Marillion
Vocals
Ian Mosley
Ian Mosley
Drums
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Keyboards
Peter Trewavas
Peter Trewavas
Bass Guitar
Steve Rothery
Steve Rothery
Guitar
Fish
Fish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Dick
Derek Dick
Composer
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Songwriter
Steve Rothery
Steve Rothery
Composer
Peter Trewavas
Peter Trewavas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Tauber
Nick Tauber
Producer
Simon Hanhart
Simon Hanhart
Mixing Engineer
Dave Meegan
Dave Meegan
Engineer
Steve Chase
Steve Chase
Engineer
Tony Phillips
Tony Phillips
Engineer
Peter Mew
Peter Mew
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I am the assassin
With tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin
Providing your nemesis
[Verse 2]
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger form a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend
[Verse 3]
I am the assassin
Assassin
Assassin
[Verse 4]
Who decorates the scarf with a fugi knot
A camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare
Who gouged the notches from the family tree
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
[Verse 5]
Assassin
Assassin
Assassin
Assassin (Listen to her blade)
[Verse 6]
Feel the blade
[Verse 7]
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 assassin's fervor
[Verse 8]
Apocalyptic alphabet
Casting spell
The creed of tempered diction (A friend, your friend)
Assassin
My friend, your friend
Assassin
My friend, your friend (A friend in need)
Assassin (Is a friend that bleeds)
My friend, your friend (A friend in need)
Assassin (Is a friend that bleeds)
Let bitter silence infect the wound
Let bitter silence infect the wound
[Verse 9]
I am the assassin (Your friend)
I am the assassin (Your friend)
I am the assassin (Your friend)
(I am)
Assassin
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
So you resign 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
[Verse 12]
Within the voice
Within the voice
Within the voice
[Verse 13]
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway
My friend?
Written by: Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Steve Rothery
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