Good Day To You Too, I Guess

Waiting for that right moment to say the wrong thing Cold calculations made precisely Nothing can go bad in the plan It's perfect Time stops A gunshot through the flash-frozen A smile at the shattering pain showing Or more like a scream The hunt winds down Everything is still perfect Everything going according to the plan At last to claim the prize Bring it back dead or alive you say But that it is too much to ask for It can kill one so, so easy Too much to ask for one alive.