Some want to see me dead
others want to see me active
is part of my job
that risk and decided
I am caring people
I work as an assassin
there are already several dead
that in consciousness I bring
some are from the government
most are contrary
I also have scars
so brave will be several
and my soul is empty
feelings I do not even have
the worst is that one day
I run into hell
and there will not be my super
neither my shirt nor my horn
I'm a hit man
that sees a price to the heads
and to which I tear them
my nightmares begin
one by one they go out
and they talk to me in the head
all day I walk panic
I'm always seeing them
a hell is not down
hell I'm living
Well no more sierro the eyes
and the devil is already laughing
and God does not forgive me anymore
when I open the doors it does not open
and if it is that I do not enter heaven
I will have to resign myself
and as the corrido says
I'll have to toast with blood
and my soul is empty
feelings I do not even have
the worst is that one day
I run into hell
and there will not be my super
neither my shirt nor my horn
Only among all we can make this a better place :)