9. Fire At Will Stalking the shadows in search for a dream The dream of neon nightmares From your guns they feed A target selected Coming up from behind Now the light of the city, it triggers his mind Behind corners lies the judgment so unkind A target selected Left is a body undead So face it No one knows the one who dies It's never to be told Spinal chill Fire at will A will for more, printed to the core Left is a body undead Fire at will The dawn approaches, it's killing his lust Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes Every second you're away, he's falling When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning And as the shadow kills the light, I'm burning But the world won't stop, it keeps on turning