When dogs try to speak… The dissection of cosmos has unveiled the horror that there's no such thing as crime It's just the ways of the world There's no just punishment for these stars that shine The search for what makes us men - not beasts goes on and on But these barking dogs they all pretend - for I know it's the murderer in all men Rejoice when a relative dies One more chance to fake you're no murderer We all lie in the same dirty gutters and bark at each other night after night Deep in the primordial ooze which truly is the pits we all descend to dream Murderer Murderer
