you will die for what you've done
for all the times you held a gun
i still have a contract to fill
and guess what, your head is the deal

it could be nice to hear a confession
could be nice, but not an obsession
youre about to lose a lot of blood
so prepare to make peace with your holly god

take a look upon the sky
one last time before you die
have one last look in my eyes
i wanna hear your last pathetic cries

i scence fear upon your death
think of your one last breath
i usually take souvenirs from my works
what part will it be from your rottin corpse?

one deep cut in the throat and you bleed
your look is fading, just what i need
now when youre dead i have nothing to do
what's been done i just cannot undo