They never will know They never will find In the furnace Charring the flesh The body is ash Burning the corpse Consumed by the flames There is no trace Stab the knife into the face and then wrench the blade inside

‘Cause he’s not undercover, he walks past his lovers And the others know there’s no defense There is no evidence He creates an illusion that leads to confusion And you give up your common sense Well that’s my two cents He’s like a whip that doesn’t crack