Monsterworks - Game On

Foreclose on another life, their time is running out
Bad men will die anyway, by luck or by my blade
Leave no evidence behind, only dead left in my wake
World might be a better place, but still the game goes on

Game on, true or false
Killing machine, born to this

Don't know if it's worth the risk, no logic in this art
Forget about the consequence, just living for the day
On the run and off the map, it is a well-learned skill
Murdering by numbers, join the dots by trails of blood

What more motive do you need than pride in a job well done
Reverse creation at the barrel of a gun
One with the shadows, I'm when the dark takes form
Laughing in finality, the death of innocence