Salvation At the Barrel of a Gun

There is a war coming
I know it, do they know it?
Do they know I know?
For I am an instrument of the revolution
I have chosen a moving target
Burning, taught, sweat, delirium
It has no face, it cannot
Steel, pressure, bones crack
It will serve it’s purpose
Nausea, calm, anger rising
It will be the first of many
And this I am sure of
The winter has been long this year
I’ve been bitten before
I am sleeping with cold steel
Listening for a foot on the stair
All I have is this, my salvation
A bullet with your name carved on it
My finger on the trigger
Deep fear, inner silence
One shot, one kill, one way
Nerves wracked, blood boils
It falls back and to the ground
Dead calm and inner peace
The first of many
When the day comes
I will not hesitate
I cannot hesitate