User:The Zookeeper

Perched up high on a roof top Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts A black hood covers my face And death flows through my mind at it's own pace Sometimes I feel like a super hero Urgin' to free my kind I'm so accurate I shoot ya heart through dime Now I'm back to the moral of my tale I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail My minds still fumblin' with the present slavery I'm here to save you but who's to save me I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet I put finger on the fit and then the side a check I make the kill here's the deal After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed So as the shots that sing out like a piper Everyones scared of the neighborhood sniper