Ballade C.3.3 - Mike Patton, Jean-Claude Vannier

Yet, each man kills the things he loves

But each, let this be heard

Some do it with a bitter look

Some with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss

The brave man, with a sword

Some kill their loved when they are young

Some when they are old

Some strangle with the hands of lust

Some with the hands of gold

The kindest use a knife

Because the dead so soon grow cold

Some love too little

Some too long

Some sell and others buy

Some do a deed with money tears

Some without a sigh

For each man kills the thing that he loves

Yet, each man kills the thing he loves

By each, let this be heard

Some do it with a bitter look

Some with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss

The brave man, with a sword

Some kill their loved when they are young

Some when they are old

Some strangle with the hands of lust

Some with the hands of gold

The kindest use a knife

Because the dead soon grow cold

Some love too little

Some too long

Some sell and others buy

Some do a deed with money tears

Some without a sigh

For each man kills the thing that he loves