So many targets
Who do I choose
Plenty of ammo
No way I will lose

The crosshairs reach your head
The slightest movement and you'll be dead
No remorse for what I'll do
As I take your life

The people are running
No where to turn
As they look up
It's only black they'll see
One by one
They will understand
I will bury them
With my bare hands

Human hunter..