As the sun goes down,
I'm felling better.
I'm feeling fine,
because I'm holding a letter.
It's my order,
An order of killing someone.
I'm a bit nervous,
but I want it already done.
It's funny,
to lead a double life.
But I like it,
and I'm friends with the knife.
I hurt people,
I'm a hitman.
This is a strange job,
but doing it is my plan.
I'm getting ready my pistol,
I'm putting on my silencer.
This work is a big business,
I'm already waiting for my transfer.
So I go down the stairs,
and get in my car.
I don't know why,
I'm not going very far.
The victim's around,
the corner.
Luckily I don't know her,
I think she's a foreigner.
She's only 18,
so this is going to be an easy job.
I arrive at the location,
and grab the door knob.
It's locked,
not a surprise.
She is afraid,
until she dies.
I jump in the window,
run up to her.
I grab her neck,
What left is only a slur.
