Hitman - Crimson Death

My phone is ringing

There’s a job to do

Focused on one thing

I have to kill you

Silent intrusion

Masquerade sustained

Fast execution

No questions, no pain

I’m the hitman

A precise shot into your head

I’m the hitman

My client wants to see you dead

My occupation

Is bullets and blood

I kill on application

And there clearing is good

My paycheck is signed

With your blood as ink

A shot from behind

Cause money doesn’t stink

Covert infiltration

Every time succeeds

In pursuit and patient

Till the victim bleeds

I’m the hitman

A precise shot into your head

I’m the hitman

My client wants to see you dead

Fatal education

My conscience is clean

Their cruel creation

A killing machine

I learned to neglect

The matter of guilt

I forgot to respect

The people I killed