The Killer I've Become

Heard something crawling in the walls this morning
Later on, I heard that fateful snap
The little critter never had a warning
I’ll have to head on down to face the guilt that’s waiting
When I check the trap

A pair of trees I planted in my thirties
Have grown above the roof line of my house
The chainsaw makes it all so quick and dirty
I’ll drag the branches out to where I dropped
The broken body of the mouse

I guess it’s good I’m sorry for all the damage that I’ve done
It’s hard to be the killer I’ve become
It’s hard to be the killer I’ve become

It’s not the mindless murder in the movies
Desensitizing me to violent crime
In fact, I’d say my senses are improving
I think it’s why I see the trail of death I leave behind me
All the time

The boy I use to be stands on the shoreline
Staring down that rising tidal wave
And as the ocean rolls in, I’m not sure I’m
Ever gonna keep myself from letting down
That child I’m trying to save

It used to be so simple
When I valued every life
Today, I act so sinful
I’ve gotten so accustomed now to wiping down
And cleaning off the knife

I guess it’s good I’m sorry for all the damage that I’ve done
It’s hard to be the killer I’ve become
It’s hard to be the killer I’ve become