The Sniper

All these feelings running in circles All you find is away from you Nerves come in shaking your hands, And, need to be as cold as an ice Silence... The sound is running Silence... The silence is my sound Fire... Your heart is lying... Fire... The sniper cries this night Finger points the way of the dead ones The trigger points the next in a row God, help me with my sins Love... forgive all my tears... 'Cause this Silence... The sound is running Silence... The silence is my sound Fire... Your heart is lying... Fire... The sniper cries this night