Chaoticsniper

Intro

Chaoticsniper, yah-ya (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, ha-ya (Chaoticsniper)

He walks the broken clocks, he walks the broken clocks, ooh

Verse

Boots on cracked stone, the map is torn from time

Eyes like cold fire, counting off the crimes

He learned the long way — silence taught him scale

He bends beneath the dark to set the light’s sail

A crooked Lens on his scope, a promise in his palms

Every step a rumor, every trigger calms

Names fade in ledgers; he keeps a single line

One breath, one beat, one fatal sign

Pre-chorus

He does what others won't do, he takes what we fear

He wears the bruise of midnight like a medal near

Not a hero in a book, not a villain from a throne

Just a soldier in season, carving fate from bone

Chorus

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (uh-huh)

Verse

He rides the broken hours with a lullaby of brass

Targets in the distance, ghosts receding fast

Wore the coat of dusk to learn the morning’s tone

Took the bitter draught so hope could find a home

Bullets like punctuation on a sentence unfinished

Every aim a question, every answer punished

He does ask for mercy, he does ask for grace

Just a clear line of sight, a grin stretched on his face (yah)

Pre-chorus

They call him contradiction, they call him the knife

He keeps a Lighter chapter just to save a life

When the world splits open, when the corners bite

He leans into the danger and turns it to light

Chorus

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (uh-huh)

Bridge

Not clean, not perfect — but honest in the fray

He trades a piece of midnight for a better day

Crosshair for conscience, grit for a saint’s spark

He drinks in the shadows to carry out the arc

(Go, go) Chaoticsniper — name carved on the wind

(Go, go) Chaoticsniper — a crooked kind of kin

He bows and he rises, he bows and he fights

He bows to the Father to be able to bear the light

Chorus

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (Chaoticsniper)

Chaoticsniper, bows to the Father to bear the light (uh-huh)