Cold Killer - Mr Ex

I’ll take you down with the pull of a trigger Cold metal chills my bones, At the same time sweat drips from my brow. My steady hand lets me know I’m in control. I am in control. It’s the begging I cannot stand, the word ‘Sorry!’ Sorry for what, I think to myself? I don’t bother to ask, I don’t care. The final moment at the squeeze of my finger… I wait for a moment or two, just to see…dead. I walk through the empty back street. Job done. Great pay, but job satisfaction? Not really. And on to the next.