Ill Repute

I stand watching myself do these things
As if from another’s eyes
It’s so easy to think I’m someone else
I long for my demise

I’m taking lives with cheap shots
It’s unfair, it’s malicious
I still can’t quit, the jobs never done
All this cos he’s ambitious

I know this is my job
I know he needs them dead
But sometimes i wonder what would happen
If I offered half a hand stead of half a head.

*again not sure bout category*