The Hit - Imagika

Something wicked draws close today

Death is coming to play

Focused come what may

The right price has led me to your door

I’m here to settle a score

It’s nothing personal

Here I come so silent

Your fortune decided

Body caressed in black

Prepared to attack

Here I come so silent

Your fortune decided

Body caressed in black

Prepared to attack

Hands behind your back on your knees

I am immune to your pleas

Pull the trigger with ease

Forgiveness is not mine to give

I do not pass judgment

On the crimes you’ve commit

Quiet, this is not personal

Violent, God bless your slaughtered soul

Silence, you’re reaping all you sow

The hit, clean and professional

Here I come so silent

Your fortune decided

Body caressed in black

Prepared to attack

Here I come so silent

Your fortune decided

Body caressed in black

Prepared to attack

Quiet, this is not personal

Violent, God bless your slaughtered soul

Silence, you’re reaping all you sow

The hit, clean and professional

Quiet, this is not personal

Violent, God bless your slaughtered soul

Silence, you’re reaping all you sow

The hit, clean and professional