Snipers, O, Snipers

Where were you hiding?

Snipers, O, Snipers

Where were you these days?

Did you find your next target?

Is that your solace?

Is that your trigger?

Is that your sickness?

Snipers, O, Snipers

There are angels in your cannons

There are camels in your splinters

Have you a life to rent?

Have you a gun to steal?

Have you a toy to game?

Snipers, O, Snipers

Missing your impulsive pulses

Hissing over the thrifty things