| Life marked for the hit, before a man that’s sworn to hate
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| To plan his kill, premeditate
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| Contracts are signed, victim dies, tools of the trade
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| Build to slay, no detail left to careless thought
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| Relentless pursuit of accuracy
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| The touch of death, addicted needs
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| Whatever it takes to make you bleed, gunning for you now
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| Heed the call of his brain, self taught and killing trained
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| Can never lose the game
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| Excitement and adrenaline instilled
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| Living for the thrill to kill
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| Embrace the chase and the stalking
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| Cold polished steel, tight in his fist. | 
| With vigor
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| Looking over the victims on his list
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| The power possessed keeps his life sustained
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| The power invested is to power to slay
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| Plead for your life
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| This makes his smile wide
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| Please don’t take my life
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| Enjoy your begging now you… DIE!
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| Can never feel repent, can never feel remorse
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| Just set to fulfill his violent course
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| Excitement and adrenaline instilled
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| Living for the thrill to kill
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| Embrace the chase and the stalking
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| Play again and again, play as much as he can
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| Play until the very end
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| Feel no pain, never loss, only gain
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| A killer who’s quite sane
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| I’ve done it always…
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| As far as you’ve known or heard…
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| There isn’t too many things I haven’t tried…
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| No matter has it was done, I mean I’ve known guys
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| That went to sleep and never woke up again
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| I mean, you know… |