I sleep alone and lie awake at night Ponder my wrongs, wonder what was right Was given the word, the one I lived by Was handed a sum without face, by my hand he would die
Need not act, never cared for forgivness Ask only one, where to look in his eyes Was given word to dish out somewhere And hide the fact he would die with my guise
When I was done Return for one more To my neighbor Kill his brother without a sense of remorse
So don't propose This is your calling Even Christ could not keep you alive
Then I return, back to my home For them I do this While they look at me as a noble Was not an act, to me it was business I never asked if it was even the score The dual life, I kept all in me Through the door, I would put it behind
Poor little eyes I beg they won't see A man's final breath Or hear the cries as he begs for mercy
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