Your bullets graze over my head
Lika an animal I hear your hunting call
Sleepless, for fourty-eight hours.
My comouflage didn't work this time.
I'm caught in your firing line tonight.
Either way you put it, I came to close.
Cin your firing line.
There's a hunter, underneath your sweet skin.
I guess all is fair in your bloody war.
Shivers running down my spine.
Here, behind enemy lines.
