Why the Shooting

He knows what to do
It's nasty through and through
The unknown aggressive part
Stubbornly, it won't depart
One, two, three - he's shivering
One, two, three - he's hesitating
One, two, three - he's hanging loose
He's aiming through the iron sights, he knows how it goes

One shot - to the head
Two shots - it's blood-red
Three shots - on the knees
Dead now, do you feel at ease
One shot - to the head
Two shots - it's blood-red
Three shots - on the knees
Dead now, do you feel at ease

Now the guilt is filling him
He's out on a limb
Does not know where to go
Now he's trying to be John Doe
One, two, three - he's panicking
One, two, three - he's giving in
One, two, three - he's falling out
His thoughts are fucking messy and he sets about firing

One shot - to the head
Two shots - it's blood-red
Three shots - on the knees
Dead now, do you feel at ease
One shot - to the head
Two shots - it's blood-red
Three shots - on the knees
Dead now, do you feel at ease

One shot - to the head
Two shots - it's blood-red
Three shots - on the knees
Dead now, do you feel at ease
One shot - to his head
Two shots - he's blood-red
Three shots - on his knees
Dead now, do you feel at ease