Watch And Shoot is a taut, disciplined track from Ollifax's No Respawn album, capturing the razor-still focus of a trained sniper holding position against chaos. The song wrestles with the internal split between violence and restraint, between the monster that could be unleashed and the code that keeps it leashed. It is one of the album's most precise and psychologically dense moments, built on controlled breath and the weight of a decision that cannot be undone.

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut

Lyrics

Eyes still.
Hands still.
Roofline black.
Watch.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Noise says run.
Rage says spray.
I let both pass.
I do not sway.
Sightline thin.
World cut mute.
One breath in.
Watch and shoot.
Rain on scope.
Sirens bend.
City bites
then bites again.
Gargoyle stone.
Black glass roof.
Bad men move.
I watch the proof.
No hero song.
No victory shout.
Just one dark shape
that has to go out.
Finger stays light.
Mind stays root.
No wild hand.
Watch and shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Breathe.
Stay true.
Watch.
And shoot.
Back of my teeth
got copper taste.
Jaw clenched hard.
No motion waste.
Spotter beside me,
low in the dirt.
One wrong rush
gets brothers hurt.
This city wants
a monster loose.
I keep mine chained.
I choose the roof.
Clown laugh echoes.
Gunmetal rain.
I mark the threat.
I kill the flame.
I do not chase.
I do not boast.
I count wind
like I count ghosts.
Kill the comfort.
Aim better.
Cold hand steady.
Hold the tether.
Panic is loud.
Calm is loaded.
Fear starts moving.
Mind already coded.
Watch.
Wait.
Breathe.
Root.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Breathe.
Stay true.
Watch.
And shoot.
Scope eye open.
Other eye night.
Two men inside
but one holds sight.
One wants blood.
One knows cost.
One says fire.
One counts loss.
Index gone white.
Still pulls clean.
Frostbit nerve
on a black machine.
Lashes wet.
Gloves soaked through.
Still no shake.
Watch and shoot.
Target shifts.
Streetlamp cracks.
I read shoulders.
I read tracks.
He moves wrong.
He moves proud.
Predator shape
in the murder crowd.
I have seen men
turn death to play.
I have seen power
wash blood away.
Every tyrant
keeps clean hands.
Every poor boy
feeds rich plans.
But here,
tonight,
there is no speech.
Only breath
and a line to keep.
No blood hunger.
No cheap thrill.
Just trained calm
and a violent will.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
One blink.
One breath.
One crack.
Watch.
And shoot.
Mind maps doors.
Mind marks glass.
Mind runs angles
before they pass.
Red dots bloom
behind my eyes.
Not a game.
No extra lives.
Threat comes fast.
I go still.
Body goes quiet.
System goes kill.
No joy in it.
No grin shown.
Just hard code
in blood and bone.
If I move wrong,
brother dies.
If I wait wrong,
evil slides.
If I feel too much,
I lose truth.
So I get cold.
Watch and shoot.
What if I turn
into what I hunt.
What if the dark
starts feeling blunt.
I hold the line.
I hold the root.
I do not feed it.
Watch and shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Breathe.
Stay true.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
Watch.
And shoot.
No rage.
No loose.
Watch.
And shoot.
Eyes still.
Hands still.
Roofline black.
Watch.
One life.
No respawn.
Watch.
And shoot.

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