Now you've got blood on those lipsnand a crack in that smile.nBroken drum keep beating,nsmoothest skin take the weight.nStolen kisses soon grow bitternand petty thieves still find their tears.nnBut didn't bury the body deep enough.nnThe clown paints himself a smile and makes a fistnwhile children laugh to watch the lady sawn in two,nyea, clean in two.n(And a cotton-candy circus ring plays host to beauty spoiled.)nThrow your last word on the fire,ntry and stay warmnnTongue tied killer, chalk white around blood red heartsnwith every stumbling confession.nMaybe the smoothest skin will take the weight.nnMurderer!nI am the tongue tied killer.