Aim

I'm sorry I don't want to know who you are. Curiosity leaves when you take this job. I'm just keeping the peace with my own insides, but a bag full of money can be easy on the eyes. You've got your soul, I've got my aim. I'm not quick to die. So I take aim, You want the life that I'm paid to take away. I'm tired of wasting time. I put my gun to the money 'cause it feels so right. You had your goals, working out the holes in your life, but you can't build bridges if you're lighting them on fire. I've got your soul now... I'm not quick to die. So I take aim, You want the life that I'm paid to take away. Hold your tongue and they'll treat you right, you gotta play this game or they'll take you off the line" (I tell myself...) I'm afraid I've got you right where I want you (Now your time is running out)