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Foreclose on another life, their time is running out

Bad men will die anyway, by luck or by my blade

Leave no evidence behind, only dead left in my wake

World might be a better place, but still the game goes on

Game on, true or false

Killing machine, born to this

Don't know if it's worth the risk, no logic in this art

Forget about the consequence, just living for the day

On the run and off the map, it is a well-learned skill

Murdering by numbers, join the dots by trails of blood

What more motive do you need than pride in a job well done

Reverse creation at the barrel of a gun

One with the shadows, I'm when the dark takes form

Laughing in finality, the death of innocence