Prisoner of My Past

At the tender age of four
I was an instrument of war
An assassin for the KGB
They taught me how to kill
With efficiency and skill
And took me from my family
By the age of thirteen
I was a killing machine
The deadliest in all the regime
I killed without emotion
Evil deeds unspoken
Sometimes i still hear them scream
(Spoken)Eventually it became too much
I fled the country, leaving my family behind
I couldn't contact them
The only way to help them was to abandon them
(Spoken)And von nazi promised you a way to get them back
(Spoken)For a price
He has my entire history in his pocket
If that i information fell into the wrong hands
(Singing)I thought i could be free
And protect my family
I almost had a second chance
So now you see
I guess i'll always be
A prisoner of my past