Whistling by and by
The bullets begin to whisper
Closer to my eardrum
Than I would like
It's gonna happen
It'll tear my flesh wide open
And split my head in two
Two halves already fighting
He lives and speaks and breaths,
But not as loud as bullets
Whizzing by my ear
The sniper's getting closer to my heart
I want to hear the breath
The Son of Man beside me
In the trenches of my life
Instead of sniper's Hell inside me
