So
Let's raise our glasses
To the
Smiling assassins
They have no rhyme
No soul
No reason
Hell bent on
Directionless direction
I'll tip my hat
Because
Behind my smiling
Eyes
I'll kill them
All
Oh I can
Play those games
Too
Better
Harder
Meaner
Except I won't assassinate
Them
They'll  know when
I smile
That everything
They thought
Or did
Or pretend they
Were
Was a rope
Waiting in hell
With their name on it
Before
They troubled their
Souls
To blame
Everyone
Else