Текст Mike Patton – Ballade C.3.3

Yet each man kills the things he loves
But to each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word

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 he loves

Yet each man kills the things he loves
But to 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