Sharpshooter Lyrics

Bird Of Ill Omen Sharpshooter

Step up, sharpshooter take your shots
Two bare arms spiralling to the floor
Beautiful blue veins thirst for
Beautiful blue veins something more
Cry for your attention, go ahead give them love
How they need your sensuous touch
You take such good care of me
I'm not addicted, I'm just happier this way
I'm healthier than ever, I'm superman
I can take you out with just one blow
Just help me get up first
Back stretched across cold wet floors
Quench this thirst for something more
I'm learning to live for a new god
I've taken lessons from the best
These idling hands that once held
Have lost sense to even care
I pray for this fix