Poem of a sniper
Snuggling with a knife
Sleeping with a gun
Yeah, that's my life
And isn't it fun
A shot a glance
On a higher stance
One man down
Head blown
A move and blood drips
A knife between rips
Another gone
Next job done
Blood on my knuckle
Your slow chuckle
And a cocky spin
I grin
I'm born to kill
Bend by your will
Your the brain
I'm the pain
Snuggling with a knife
Sleeping with a gun
Yeah, that's my life
And isn't it fun
