tense

tense, wary eyes
Caught the mood of my blues
Suspicion around you

Am I a traitor or a rebel?
Was I cruel to you
on the first impression?
It wouldn’t matter to you.

the thought of freedom
from your dictatorship
is sickening
How would I dare?

It suits me well
Except for a few wavering burns
That I still feel to the touch
 
A snipers breath
from the watch towers
pulling the trigger

Didn’t think you were such a killer
Corrupted a good enough reason
To pull the trigger
after my introduction
It didn’t mean anything ...