Detectives are dissolvable
When viewed like a disease

When kept safe from infection,
Evil finds its ease

So many different methods
To burn away two pleas

For sick and sad attention,
They never wanted these

A minor operation
We'll have to cut the eyes
Oh no, the mouth is spurting on--
I guess it's telling lies
Incision at the jugular
Explosion, all the same
With one clandestine movement
You'll never know my name