Hands of a killer

It's done, the week is through
Oh yeah
What a week I am destroyed
So much blood
So much death
So much fear
I am to blame for all this
I am the butcher at the end of the Light
I am at home and enjoying my Four walls
I spend time with my family to get My mind off things
Everything is peaceful at home
No one knows what i have done
No one knows what I do for Everyone every day
I spend my time with the death
Today it was three thousand
Tomorrow there
Will be some more
What can i say
It's my job
You need me too
Or you want to do it for me?
A quick goodbye would not be so Difficult
Could you take over my work?
It's not difficult to wipe the blood from the floor
It's not difficult to carry the limbs By my hands
It's not difficult to rot everything
It's not difficult just to look away
Hand of a killer



Credits
Writer(s): Florian Reinhard
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