I came here to write a rhyme,
to record this moment in time.
I came to unmask what I feel
in a twist of metaphoric phrases
and lengthened gazes upon the screen.

What I came to do was business
but what I've done is murder.

The words aren't what stop me.
I am a master of that art.
What stops me is my reasoning,
my little fucked up heart.

What I came to do was business
but what I've done is murder.

I know that I've been stabbing you,
breaking you piece by piece
and if I had the chance to choose
I'd save your soul at the cost of me.

What I came to do was business
but what I've done is murder.

I have so much shit to say,
so many feelings to relay
but my lips are numb,
my heart is dumb,
and I can't say a thing.

What I came to do was business
but what I've done is murder....
and I killed the most beautiful thing I've ever held.