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Last time he pulled the trigger, he aimed it at himself,

Surgeons fought and saved him, hatred burns in his chest,

No more self-destruction, an assassin he would be,

Kill for the highest bidder, now he'll never be free.

Hold tight, take aim, shoot kill Hair Trigger.

Contacts signed and settled, a face without a name,

A pawn that's not a player, in this deadly game,

Arrangements made so perfect, no motive for the crime

A silent bullet takes a life, he's running out of time.

He stops and sees a window, reflecting his own face,

Maybe one last victim, he grows weary of the chase,

His victim gets a 'phone call, "Your killer's on his way",

The hunted now the hunter, blows his life away.