You are monsters! That is the role you seem determined to play, so it seems that I must play mine.
The man that stops the monsters.
the assassin with the gentle hands
who washes other people’s blood out of his suit,
because he believes killing is all he can do
Stripping back the coats of lies and deception,
Back to nothingness like a week in the desert.
And I know I’m right for the first time in my life;
That’s why I tell you, you’d better be home soon