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