Hitman - Part II

***** 2nd Verse*****

After every hit I sit in silence
It's eating me from the inside out
It's gnawing on my solid pride
It wants to end my final strife

Who are friends , who are the enemies?
What's yesterday today's pointless
My barrel's handle is the most valuable
Its service was the most memorable

I have no gods and no idols
I've toppled them all from a mile's distance
Back then in the dry desert
Where crosses were fighting the crescents

Adults and adolescents
Were facing tough choices
Whether to stay alive or
To claim their afterlife blessings

Do not mess with me
Or I`ll pop the cork
and blow the steam
and your lights will go dim

My hair is closely trimmed
My Oakley`s are totally blacked out
If you were my dad you`d be proud
Of what`s become of the wild mutt.

An abandoned attic is my hideout
Today`s client is quite stout
He`s an easy target
On this open black market.


Pop, pop, drop on the spot
Hit, hit, I make the blood drip
Run, run, your fear`s immense
hitman`s looking through the lens

CrossHairs, Crosshairs,
Crosshairs, Crosshairs
you cannot see
how fast my bullet travels.....