It can kill from any distance but you never see it strike There isn't any warning, no blinding flash of light It hits you when your back's turned or when your eyes are closed There isn't any shelter and it cannot be controlled It can be as subtle as a whisper in the dark Or as brutal and as cutting as the teeth of a shark The murder weapon The murder weapon There is no good description for the way it makes you feel It's as lethal as a stiletto and more easily concealed It sometimes is strategic and sometimes not at all But you get caught in the fallout, win, lose or draw There is no escape except to go completely mad If it doesn't kill you right at first it makes you wish it had The murder weapon The murder weapon The murder weapon The murder weapon