I. Birth / A Killing

Fuck you
This is no dream
I'm that sniper in the trees
Grinding my teeth
Fuck your tears, I bleed
Months and months I've planned
Sleepness nights imagine that
If I don't succeed, it's alright I got plan Z
Lying, clenching leaves
Two bullets take out both your knees
You tremble and look up
You scream but my boot shuts you up
Die