Where there is death and blood where do you go?
When it is a duty a calling to do tasks with people many you do not know
Nothing can be learned about your name
No one to trust, no one to get close to and love it is a shame
It's the job which has to be done under the moon and the sun
Solving plots to kill and destroy the very society we all live in on this planet of one
Trained to serve and to protect, to end the possibility of cheating and lies
With the best of cars, guns, accessories and clothes living with no future to realize
Secret agency to keep evil at bay
No matter who and what will say
It is down to one special agent to put an end to such thought
The evil that exist rather go against the goodness that all children were taught
Lurking far away, they have plans and ideas to conquer what they desire
One person alone will put an end to this fire
Guns and bombs with men that will fight
For personal wishes agaisnt what is right
There are little hours in the day to rest
The job poses great skill and demand that will put them to the test
Crossing lands around the world, just for a mission to complete
With very little room for error and defeat
One wrong turn or move they are dead
Drowned, blown up, stabbed or just a simple bullet to the head
Women come and go into their day
No time for personal things, not a single one can stay
Everything is confidential, not a word can be said of what has been heard and seen
Data, documents and verbal conversations to be secured in a human machine
Life cannot be taken for granted, it all can end like so
Yet there is no time to reflect, always on the hunt and on the go
