The lament of one who preys on others Cold emotionless lying to myself I'm convinced what's yours is mine All I gotta do is shake you down I peer down the alleyway Lurking and waiting for my prey No mercy for anyone I ambush Make a move and I strike and leave you dead One walks by and I jump out Give me what you have and I'll let you live But to my surprise They have a weapon sharper that mine My heart is cold, my blood is cold No use for honest gold In silence, I wield the knife Take what is due for your worthless life I think maybe i've met my match A struggle ensues and I'm cut bad The overzealous defender leaves are opening I plunge my dagger into this man For the first time I relate to my prey I'll grieve this one because he was my peer I'll be ready next time I face an adversary I mend my wounds he left a souvenir My heart is cold, my blood is cold No use for honest gold In silence, I wield the knife Take what is due for your worthless life