Patient* Number 7
by Ross Durand
This hill and I are one now
I guess I’ve been here for days
I dial in the clicks correcting for the wind
And tell myself the hunger doesn’t hurt
They took away my name and turned me into a killing machine
One who’ll outlast anything
Patient Number 7
That’s me
You gotta wait for the shot - I could
Mind over matter - I could
Out wait em all - I could
Who you gonna send when the shit is on the line?
They took away my name and turned me into a killing machine
One who’ll outlast anything
Patient Number 7
That’s me
And there you are
I got my finger on the trigger
Look both ways, but you won’t see me
No glint of the glass, no wave of the hair
I’m gonna wait till I see the white of your eyes
All hell will break loose
And I’ll be gone
a*dj. - quietly and steadily persevering or diligent, especially in detail or exactness