there is a place where birds fear to fly
o'er mountains and mystery does this town lie
far from the corner of a well trained eye
you capture the feeling that someone has died
a moment you take as you unravel the scene
the town seems to quiet as if still in a dream
a shadow of murder has flashed upon the wall
but the truth of this secret has yet to be seen
you pick and you ponder to discover any sign
of what has happened in 2 hours time
a man, alone with markings to proove
he was the victim of a well thought crime
no evidence remains, nor was there a witness to decide
if the criminal was exposed for the death he could not hide
asphyxiation and burns, and a bullet hole through the head
this was not another murder to be casually mislead
was there a reason or method with his ways?
did he treat this as business or is this how he plays?
the movement of passion is slower than a gun
but it hits harder than death so you better run
from all of your fears and all that you've learned
i'd run away too if you spoiled my fun
a chance you have taken without a trace to be found
you've flattened the world but to me it's still round
in a circle we dance as the cat and the mouse
you've left me your work lying dead in this house
and i search and i wonder where you will go now
you have our attention now please take your bow
this murder machine inside me please leave me alone
or soon i will be the one left dead in a home
i collect the roses, i accept my choice
i lower the lights and dim my voice
i am the cat and i am chasing myself
just being a mouse isn't good for my health
i am the cop watching you and i am the law
but i am also the serial killer rubbed raw
i wrote down what happened and i sent it to you
and i received that letter and my hatred grew
there is a place where birds fear to fly
o'er mountains of mystery does this town lie
the secret i mentioned shall now be said
this town that i live is all in my mind