Trapped in my sights, he moves around slowly My finger pressed firmly on the trigger Two men trapped in the oblivion of conflict The hunter and his prey
Beads of sweat form on my face As he approaches, looking from side to side My life or his - Justification My cause or his - duty and honour
I think back of my home far away A land of peace and equality Horror paralyses my fingers
Shock, breathlessness, haze of faint I cannot move, I cannot think White in my eyes that blinds my sight All I do is lay or die
Terror, sweat pours off my chin I'm starting to shake The weapon discharges
I missed, a hail of bullets graze nearby Then nearer, i'm hit I'm hit again! I lay and dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
