Funker Vogt Kill On Command
I am a toy of madness
I have no conscience
And my job brings death
I have no sympathy
I'm jacketed by cold steel
And guided by a quiet hand
You will not see me, not hear me, but feel me
You can't see me, can't hear me, but feel me
If I'm close to you or far away
It's in the hands of my teacher
You know nothing of my order
And I ask no questions
You will not see me, not hear me, but feel me
You can't see me, can't hear me, but feel me
I am a bullet to kill on command.
