Pray for the Sniper

I’m tracking something cold
Deadly but barren and not of this world
So cunning it has been told
Charming and treasured
This diamond is charcoal
And with a miners heart
You dig the darkest soul
Just moderate your air
Keep a steady hand standing still and account wind
You’ll find him in the sticks
In brush just laying low
Marking this man
I a marked man?
If California falls into the ocean
Will they reel us in drifting without fins?
And when we’re brought to foreign docks
Hung to make a mock
How come this feels like home?
I’ve never had a home
I’m silent as it feeds
Salivate in silence
The worm is at the core
Is it reflecting me? I’m tenderized just meat
Just carcass on the street
And with a hunter’s heart
The kills just for the thrill
Didn’t know
Couldn’t know
What they know
We’re just flesh sold by the pound
Will it hold? Can it hold? It won’t hold
Just a levy full of damned
How come this feels like home?
If I unmask myself can it be taken away?
I’ve never had a home
And if were shammed by fear
How come this feels like home?
Will the guilt set me straight back on my way?
I’ve never had a home…