Murder Death Kill

[Verse: Jay Electronica] From Bourbon to Bexhill it's murder, death, kill The Earth is like a ferris wheel we all just sit still Satan's drill oil spilled all into my gills What a world, what a world we leave for children to rebuild But that's another time, another project, another budget, another rhyme Another purpose, another circus, another clown car, another mind On the other line, I heard a voice that cried as if I hurt her soul The decision cut across my throat between my ears was surgical From 90 degrees vertical to a 180 flatline From all these and those I just wish I could take back that time You know the one, where you did the thing and you know you shouldn't of done that The pain was like a boomerang that karma always brung back A woman scorned is a page torn, a bridge burned, et cetera A picture's worth a thousand words so welcome to the cinema In the words of Rex Mills, "the cemetery of love is filled with murder, death, kill."