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.