He gets in position, looks for the man
He thinks of the crimes, oh how he's ******
His eye to the scope, he carefully takes aim,
His mind on one thing, all of his rage;

his finger on the trigger, his blood-lust he will sate
but before he can pull, he hesitates
He doesn't understand, he starts to panic,
his palms start sweating, his heart becomes quick,

He does his job, no thought in his mind,
Leaving his soul's virginity behind.
He hears the bang, a bullet's deathly song
next time he plays, hesitation will forever be gone;