Fast and sleek, she prowls the dark, cursing the morning light. Searching for a way inside, or maybe just a good fight. The target is spotted just ahead, she moves with quiet grace. Dispatch quickly, then move along, just another night in the race. The assassin's lot, her way of life, carrying out the judges' decree. Never quite certain what lies beyond, but willing to collect the fee. There's part of her that hides inside, most souls would never guess. The love and light she hides away, not willing to confess. It's gentle as a windblown leaf, soft as a feather's caress. Her love breaks all the barriers down, filling the emptiness. You're not so certain you want to know what lies in the assassin's mind. But if she opens her heart for you, treasure what you find. For if you stop to think things out, you'll find an exterior veneer. That's how she hides herself inside, separate from career.