Dug myself a hole…
Dug it deep…
And there ain’t no way
to come clean.
Killed a man today…
Shot him down…
Just a simple job
that got away somehow.
Identified the host
and went for the datastore.
Was just supposed to be
an easy score.
I’ve got to find a way
to fill the hole.
I’ve got to make a play
to regain control.
Was told I’d be alone—
not a soul for miles.
But there he stood—
with a push broom and a nervous smile.
It’s happened so fast.
He raised his hands and tried to say…
But the muzzle flash
danced upon his face and washed those words away.
So I’ve got to find a way
to fill the hole.
I’ve got to make a play
to regain control.
The smell of cordite in the air
and the cloying scent of death
cling to me so heavily
and haunt my every breath.
I never thought I would end up here—
with blood on my hands.
I never wanted to be a killer—
to be this kind of man.
And so I’ve got to find a way
to fill the hole.
I’ve got to make a play
to regain control.
I’ve got to find a way
to fill the hole.
I’ve got to make a play
to reclaim what’s left of my soul.