Hidden deep inside him,
In a place that he can't find,
Is a quality that all possess,
But to it he is blind.

Yet he might have turned out different,
If he had had a decent start,
Now he's reckless and he's bloodthirsty,
But he still has a heart.

All he does is kill things,
Which don't agree with him,
To him it's just a habit,
He can change on a whim.

But he might have turned out different,
If he had had a decent start,
Now he's reckless and he's bloodthirsty,
But he still has a heart.

Hatred is a routine,
And killing is a chore,
Torturing's a daily-thing,
Life doesn't matter anymore.

But he might have turned out different,
If he had had a decent start,
Now he's reckless and he's bloodthirsty,
But he still has a heart.

Could he find love inside him,
For anyone but him?
Bagman wouldn't bet on that,
The chances are very slim.

But he could have turned out different,
If he had had a decent start,
Now he's reckless and he's bloodthirsty,
He has still got a heart.