Your bullets graze over my head Lika an animal I hear your hunting call Sleepless, for fourty-eight hours. My comouflage didn't work this time. I'm caught in your firing line tonight. Either way you put it, I came to close. Cin your firing line. There's a hunter, underneath your sweet skin. I guess all is fair in your bloody war. Shivers running down my spine. Here, behind enemy lines.