The Sniper

All these feelings running in circles
All you find is away from you
Nerves come in shaking your hands,
And, need to be as cold as an ice

Silence... The sound is running
Silence... The silence is my sound
Fire... Your heart is lying...
Fire... The sniper cries this night

Finger points the way of the dead ones
The trigger points the next in a row
God, help me with my sins
Love... forgive all my tears...
'Cause this

Silence... The sound is running
Silence... The silence is my sound
Fire... Your heart is lying...
Fire... The sniper cries this night