A Paycheck and a Taste For Blood

Instructions written on the overhead
The people listed that they want dead
The notes of who you're hunting down
All the ones who willingly drown
You don't know why, and you don't care
You're paid to kill the ones that are there
Typical jobs that are kept in a folder
The memories that are becoming older
Weapons are hung on my walls
The plaster always gets weak and falls
Guilt and nightmares I try to forget
I always leave behind my regret
I can't allow my reality to sink in
They think I'm going to hell for my sin
The sin of a job where murder is devotion
You kill your victims without any emotion
Your boss wants them gone, it's not your fault
It's not your problem they stole from the vault
Fellow assassins tell me to abort
This one deserves his trial in court
The other ones don't have so much luck
The bodies thrown in the back of the truck
I have to remind myself year after year
That they are criminals and they deserve to feel fear
The bullet holes through the bone
The children that they never see grown
And that is the thought that gives me dreams
I'm losing my touch is how it seems
The blood splatters all over my leg
It doesn't do you any good to beg
I watch the knife go in so deep
I watch the crimson start to seep
The color always begins to drain
This couldn't be done by anyone sane
But I'm starting to care more and more
My heart and head are in a constant war
But I can't stop, it's over now
This is what I do, and they don't care how
I can feel my hatred starting to grow
Violence is all I'll ever know