I swear this life isn't worth it
as I lock on to my targets
I shoot robustly
unhumbly tarnishing
all ties and bridges
from scratch
These hands built
They hate work
They rapidly fire
every employer
for every bruise
Inflicted
then it clicked
wanted for innocence
a dream of making a killing
The unheavenly seeks depth
In solitude
bodies flop  
buildings drop
They all fall
before me
one by one
As I reform these fingers
the larger one stands alone
rebirth these hands of glory
for I am a man of stone