The Hitman Diaries, Pt. 2
(sävellys: Juuti, BB / sanoitus: Varis)

My days are passing slowly
Though I have piled a huge wealth
I haven’t got the most precious fortune
Which is commonly called love
I could leave all this behind
If I just had someone who
Would start a new life with me
I’d wipe away my former life from this mind

Chorus:
No more rusty keys hanging
On the necks of my targets
No more the smell of gunpowder
Itching my nose
No more strange blood on my hands
Just me and my love in our perfect life

Often I wonder is it possible
To disappear permanently
Out of my employers reach
Mostly the conclusion is positive
The skills and adequate connections
Makes my employer disappear

Still it would be the last option
Because of the memories
That would rise from the depths
I once would have sworn to forget

Why did this job become mine?
Is it my purpose to populate?
The kingdom of heaven
That our maker wouldn’t feel lonely
There’s no other rational reason
For shape of my path
After all I’ve always felt
Myself alive by the cross
I carry with me where ever I go