His Aim Songtext
von Ryan Sambol

Blue polarized shades on a dark face
And what love can do to a house
Seamless robes on purple posts
I′ve stopped guessing out loud

His Aim deceives the wounded he leaves
But he gave it a shot

Watching the world's horrors and pain
At home on your phone′s screen
When the cameras turn and the roles reversed
Will the terror feel rehearsed?


His aim deceives the wounded he leaves
At least he's not a cop, but he could o fooled me

I like when pots break
And the soil and shape remain the same
I couldn't help but think that roots hold fastest unseen
And that I have a lot of freckles that look like fleas

His aim deceives the dead he leaves
And I hope he never sees me for his
But it is what it is

So repeat after no one
Anything bad about me is something bad I′ve kept
Anything good about me is something good I was given