The first corpse was mere happenstance But the second was no accident The end soon followed pitiably Choking out curses 'til his life was spent Each morrow the kill comes easier Murder grown precise Asphyxiated bodies bear testament To your mastery – of this most deadly device A corpse is but a corpse How they are obtained, is not my concern So long as they come to my door With coppers o'er blind eyes, like the one you've turned Death is the last fact of life, scrawled out by dissecting knives As I'm taking your life You won't survive the harrowing So gasp your last breath as you choke, incomprehension, of life's final joke At the end of your rope Now your hope is narrowing You won't survive the harrowing At first I felt revulsion Which then gave way to fear Finally came apathy And at last I came to see things clearly A reaver that hunts by gaslight The stranglehold comes grim and cold But your wallet filled with notes and coins Weighs more 'pon you, then all of the dead you have sold A corpse is but a corpse How they are obtained, is not my concern So long as they come to my door With coppers o'er blind eyes, like the one you've turned Death is the last fact of life, scrawled out by dissecting knives As I'm taking your life You won't survive the harrowing So gasp your last breath as you choke incomprehension, of life's final joke At the end of your rope Now your hope is narrowing Death is overpowering You won't survive the harrowing Death is the last act of life, post-scripted by dissecting knives To which I'm giving your life You won't survive the harrowing Gasp your last breath as you choke incomprehension, of life's final joke At the end of your rope Now your hope is narrowing Death is overpowering Life's but time you're borrowing You won't survive the harrowing