Lyrics

Assassin

By Ian G. Clifton
November 30th, 1998

Without a fear of death,
And with no value in life,
One walks the streets,
Alone at night.

To him the world is silent,
Not a sound can be heard,
But the images persist,
From the view of a bird.

He went for the money,
He sacrificed a few,
But for some he was great,
He restored hope anew.

The public despised him,
They wanted him to die,
But what of the others?
They would give him another try.

He did it from atop the world,
From buildings of cold gray.
Like a shadow that hung in his heart,
Every single day.

Through the scope,
That's how he saw.
They didn't matter,
Not at all.

Who could judge him?
Who was his better?
The average man answers,
And uses but one letter.

"I,
I am better than he,
After all,
He would kill me!"

But what of the many,
The many he chose to save?
Should they have gone on,
Living like a slave?

He thought not,
And saved them for that,
But it would be his fall,
And so he sat.

His fate held by a man,
Holding a switch of power.
The man pulled down the switch,
Our subject died that hour.

For killing one,
And saving many.
This man dies,
At the cost of our tax penny.

Was the cent well spent?
Should his life be gone?
Or perhaps he should have lived,
To continue his work on?

Too late to decide now,
For the creator judges all.
Will the soul rise,
Or shall it fall?