Snipers Serenity
Slide home the bolt forward and down
Sending my enemies into the ground
See the fear in their eye as the shells go by
As I squeeze the trigger of my demise
As their souls go down
So many advisers in the ground
The pain in my eyes as I take another life
A job for my country
A job for my life
They call me a hunter but my only game is man
The best of my trade no one understands
I want to quit but I'm a fool for the hunt
I hear the convoy coming now
There leaders up front
As I center him in on my sights
The round is ready to go
The story of my life
The bullets spray all around me now
Soon I’ll be going down
I squeeze the trigger one last time
Accomplishing my mission before I die
As my soul goes down
So many advisers in the ground
The pain in my eyes as I lose my life
A job for my country
A job for my life
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