Frozen in this moment, I see you
My gaze is fixed, it won't leave you
Created for one purpose alone
Killing folk, getting 'em blown
Crossed by his own creator
He realises humanity is the generator
Flower and breed, human seeds
Power and greed, inhuman deeds
By erasing the 46 clones before
Codename 47 created a lore
Stealthier than a hawk with his fibre wire
He'll shoot you off your feet with his Silver Ballers
Whatever the state of this forsaken world
Count on him to finish the job
A master of disguise if there ever was one
He'll be a fireman/doctor and you will be done
Could do with an axe or even a scalpel
He doesn't need unlimited arsenal
Environment itself a lethal weapon
Dramatic or nasty whatever the situation
Found solace confessing to a priest
Leaving the life of accumulated grief
Brought back by treacherous beings
This time, there will be no shortcomings
Will level the platform for none to see
He'll even crawl back from the depths of Hades!
No woman in the picture
No wound that needs suture
James, Jason and the other men
Can bow down to the king of hitmen
Anytime, anyplace
Any crime, any grace
47, The number alone
47, The bar coded clone!
