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IP:
”The Mission”
[3:00 AM, Winter In Russia – The Night Begins]
I’m feeling slightly tired, inside a crisp icy breeze..
Snow covered tree’s and dim light, provides the scene..
Like a dream, conspiracies no short of a movie script..
Some presidential race gone wrong, another kid..
Got kidnapped, in fact, it was the presidents first born..
No ransom, just a weakness, no more then a pawn..
So morbid and torn, but that’s the world we live in..
Unforgiving, cant listen to emotions on This mission..
I’m wishing things don’t go wrong, kissing the cross..
Saying a little prayer, just a mockery.. My souls lost..
[Silent Infiltration – The Hotel Job]
I’m the assassin type, no room for small mistakes..
One bad move they shoot you, noise is all it takes..
So I sneak in smoothly, lock picking the doors..
Pulling my weapon, stepping with tension on wooden floors..
I wouldn’t pause, but I got to find the master bedroom..
Fiber wire chokes a guard, no idea he’d be dead soon..
A dead tomb, describes the sound of the marble hall..
Approaching doors, searching for room number 24..
No fear anymore, picking the lock to move forward..
Sort of awkward, no ties all aspects are sorted..
It’s a simple job, offing two soldiers in their sleep..
Reclaiming a kid, and driving away inside a jeep..
That was until, I walked inside the small apartment..
Faced with a loaded barrel, I was already past them..
Ducked around, jumped and shot a guy in the stomach..
A siren sound echoes as bodies taking a plummet..
I’ve done it, untied the kid and onto the escape..
Climbing through a window then scaling over the gate..
I was almost home free, but my hope was short lived..
Got shot in the throat, wasn’t alone, they shot the kid..
[A world so cold – Feeling remorse]
I killed for money, killed for lies, even killed for respect..
But what did that earn me? ...A bullet through the neck..
The world constantly seems as if, we fight to die..
Strive to be alive, but why do we even try..
It’s a brutal reality actually understanding death..
With every breath, realizing that’s only one less..
That’s how it is though, this cold night blurs my vision..
I wished to clean the world and I died on my life’s mission..
(Money and power are nothing more then an addiction) |