Kill Shot

Song

Kill Shot

Ollifax

4:18122 BPMC#hip-hopdark
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A sniper too tired to trust the order. Frost on the dirt, scope dialed in, one breath between a man and a line he can't take back.

Musical Details

BPM

122

Key

C#

Camelot

C#m

ISRC

QT3EY2693013

Music Video

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut

Lyrics

Wind low
Ground frozen
I'm sunk in dirt
Hands numb,
ribs sore
from the weeks of hurt
Been awake
so long the sky look burnt
Every heartbeat thin,
every nerve alert
Yeahhh
Cold breath
Heavy eyes
Not much left
I'm still here
Barely
Target in the tower - steady
as stone
Not wild,
not frantic,
just cold,
alone
Moving
with intent
like the line he own
Key in the panel,
code on the phone
I watch through the.
50 - glass fogged thin
Mind running slow
but the scope dial in
Recoil-operated frame,
air-cooled skin
Crew-served weapon,
but tonight I'm one man again
I could end this quick
One breath,
one send
But this constant killing grind
me to the end
Through the.
50-cal view - see
the case light bloom
Tap-rack-go - steady up,
fight the gloom
Cant left,
check - breach clear
Bolt locked hot
for the shot
Recoil steel humming,
air-cooled,
single shot
He leans to the switch
- whole world feel tight
My finger finds the wall,
but my chest ain't right
Too tired to trust
what the mission brought
One pull
and I might erase
more than I ought
Back aches,
cold rain,
dirt in my teeth
Been driving on instinct,
no sleep,
too deep
Every order "watch and shoot,
" all on me
When the war gets old,
the soul goes weak
He ain't panicked
just resigned to fate
Not shaking,
not rushing,
not full of hate
Just a man
with a burden,
a line too late
And killing him now
might seal my gate
Wind shift mild
just a finger's sway
Whole world waiting on my say
Frost creeping up my sleeve halfway
Every breath a drag
like a long delay
I'm not scared
I'm worn down thin
Two decades of fights
buried under my skin
So many "good shots"
I called a win
But every damn one
carved something within
Tonight feels different
He moves
like someone who lost it all
And I'm aiming at a
man I could've been
If life took one wrong call
Through the.
50-cal view - see
the case light bloom
Tap-rack-go - steady up,
fight the gloom
Cant left,
check - breach clear
Bolt locked hot
for the shot
Recoil steel humming,
air-cooled,
single shot
He leans to the switch
- whole world feel tight
My finger finds the wall,
chest still ain't right
I'm too damn tired
for the line they taught
One pull
and I erase more
than I ought
My breath shake quiet
- almost unheard
Hand stiff,
mind blurred
Long hours,
long miles,
long days deferred
This trigger weigh more
than any damn word
Maybe he stops
Maybe he goes
Maybe command never truly knows
Every op end same
- blood on clothes
And the line between us
ain't mine to impose
I see doubt in
my own reflection
Scope glass showing my correction
War strip men down past direction
Tonight I fear my own intention
One inch back
trigger almost break
One last thought
too much at stake
War make killers easy to make
But never show what
their souls can take
I lower the rifle
My breath fall slow
Snow hit the dirt
like a whispered "no"
If I end him now,
I'll never know
If I did it
for peace
or the part of
me built to blow
Through the.
50-cal view - see
the case light bloom
Tap-rack-go - hold steady,
cut the gloom
Cant left,
check - breach clear
Bolt locked hot
for the shot
Recoil steel humming,
air-cooled,
single shot
He steps
from the panel - no
hand on the switch
Sky stays quiet - no blast,
no glitch
Maybe he was done,
maybe he ditched
Maybe we both stood on
the same cold pitch
Yeahhh
Cold wind cut
Night too still
Nothing ended
Nothing begun
Two tired men walking
from what could've killed everyone
Next time?
I don't know
Some shots change you just
for aiming

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