Quick Dirty Bastards: For All The Lovers Out There

You think I’m naive for a hit mage
and you’ve killed so many people
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the naive one is me
how can there be so much that you don’t know?
You don’t know…

You think you kill just to complete objectives
A hit is just a murder where you’re paid
But I have mindlinked many dying creatures
Their last thoughts, their last feelings, their last pain

You think the only people who are people
Are you, and well I guess that’s it just you.
But if you hear the last breaths of a target
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever felt the regrets of a dying goon?
Or asked the bleeding hacker how he feels?
Can you sing with all the voices of your victims?
Can you write with all their blood and suffering?
Can you write with all their blood and suffering?

Come run the shadows of an urban jungle
Come taste the salty iron of the blood
Come revel in the slaughter all around you
And for once, never wonder what it’s worth

The gang lord and the vagrant are my muses
As are the disasters created by my friends
And we’ve all at one point tried to kill each other
It’s an orgy of violence that never ends

How high can your body count grow?
If the missile lands, then you’ll never know

And you’ll never feel the regrets of a dying goon
For whether we have whips or magic limbs
We can sing with all the voices of our victims
We can write with all their blood and suffering

You can kill everyone and still
They will be only kills until
You can write with all their blood and suffering