I'm sorry I don't want to know who you are
Curiosity leaves when you take this job
I'm just keeping the peace
With my own insides
But a bag full of money
Can be easy on the eyes

You've got your soul, I've got my aim

I'm not quick to die
So I take aim
You want the life that
I'm paid to take away

I'm tired of wasting time
I put my gun to the money
'cause it feels so right
You had your goals
Working out the holes in your life
But you can't build bridges
If you're lighting them on fire

I've got your soul now

I'm not quick to die
So I take aim
You want the life that
I'm paid to take away

"hold your tongue and
They'll treat you right
You gotta play this game
Or they'll take you off the line"

(I tell myself...)

I'm afraid I've got you
Right where I want you
(now your time is running out)