[Verse] In shadows deep where whispers dwell A bald assassin weaves his spell A silver thread of silent dread The barcode marked upon his head A poisoned drink a fleeting sigh A chandelier comes crashing by Disguised in suits or as a chef He plays the game of life and death [Prechorus] Garrote tight The silence speaks Through hidden halls His vengeance sneaks [Chorus] Oh Agent 47 The master of the game A thousand masks A thousand fates They crumble just the same The silent blade The subtle dart His tools of cold precision Each kill a work of art His craft A deadly mission [Verse 2] A sniper’s gaze from mountain peaks A target falls No time to speak Exploding ducks A gas-filled trap A stylish kill No time to nap In kitchens bright The poison flows The violinist meets his woes A clown's disguise A rubber ball Death strikes within the carnival
