Sniper
Last November Lyrics


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In this city of cynical liars,
Walking the tight rope, holding the balancing beam.
We'll burn the rope at both ends,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of truth in their eyes,
As they fall, as they fall... (As they crash and they burn)

Pay the toll, there's a tax on your senses,
If you smell, taste, see, feel, or hear the children laughing
Because they don't know,
But being ignorant is better than malignant.

CH: Label me, make me infantry,
I'm an infant with artillery,
Harness me, use a muzzle to muffle my everything,
Please forbid me of all creativity.
Please make me infantry.

Obesity, can it be a nationality?
A reality, enforced by a strict security?
The buildings made of trees, made of money, made of disease.
A society based on freedom, run by hate and want and greed.
A generation of overmedicated kids given pills to level their thoughts,
They're unusual so they'll be abused,
They'll be purchased and sold, and bought and sold
And buy and sell them again.

CH: Repeat

The daily routine,
A well-oiled machine,
Interrupted by the fire,
That came from the sky... save the queen bee!

All that's left are the torched remains of a world worth knowing,
They smile as they're frozen in space forever,
A shadow on the wall, a silhouette, is all that survived the blast,
The children in the yard on the swing are all gone, but the swings still swinging. The swings still swinging.

Please, please, please push me faster,
I want to fly,
Please, please, please push me higher,
I've got to fly.
I think I can see your house from up here,
Yeah, it's the one,
With the fire, and the smoke, and the flames,
And it burns like gasoline.





Repeat: Chorus

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Sniper" by Last November address the issues of society that many people ignore. The song begins with the city's reality, where everyone is a liar struggling to balance between right and wrong. They burn themselves up, hoping to search for a glimpse of truth in other’s eyes, but in the end, they fall and fail. In this society, people have to pay the price to use their senses freely. They have to hold themselves back and avoid spreading their creativity.


The song's second verse unearths the harsh reality of society, where obesity becomes a nationality, and people's lives are only controlled by security. The buildings, money, and disease carry out society's freedom, driven by hate, want, and greed. The song highlights how overmedication of children is leading to the abuse and selling of unusual children. The society, which is once worth living, is now gone forever, and so is its innocence. The only thing left behind a blast is a shadow on the wall and a silhouette.


Line by Line Meaning

In this city of cynical liars,
In this place filled with people who are deceitful and untrustworthy,


Walking the tight rope, holding the balancing beam.
Living dangerously, trying to maintain balance in a difficult situation.


We'll burn the rope at both ends,
We'll take risks and live recklessly, hoping to find some truth in the midst of chaos,


Hoping to catch a glimpse of truth in their eyes,
Hoping to see some sincerity or honesty in the people around us,


As they fall, as they fall... (As they crash and they burn)
As they fail and suffer the consequences of their actions.


Pay the toll, there's a tax on your senses,
You'll be punished for experiencing joy or pleasure.


If you smell, taste, see, feel, or hear the children laughing
If you're sensitive to anything good or pure.


Because they don't know,
Because they're naïve and innocent.


But being ignorant is better than malignant.
But being unaware is better than being actively harmful.


CH: Label me, make me infantry,
Chorus: Define me as a soldier,


I'm an infant with artillery,
I'm inexperienced but equipped with dangerous weapons.


Harness me, use a muzzle to muffle my everything,
Control and silence me completely.


Please forbid me of all creativity.
Please take away any freedom of expression or originality I might have.


Please make me infantry.
Please turn me into a mindless soldier.


Obesity, can it be a nationality?
Is being overweight now a defining characteristic of a certain group of people?


A reality, enforced by a strict security?
Is this becoming the norm due to strict enforcement?


The buildings made of trees, made of money, made of disease.
The structures around us are made of corrupt, harmful materials.


A society based on freedom, run by hate and want and greed.
A society that claims to value freedom but is actually fueled by negative emotions and desires.


A generation of overmedicated kids given pills to level their thoughts,
A generation of children who are given medication to suppress their natural thoughts and emotions,


They're unusual so they'll be abused,
Because they're different, they'll be mistreated or taken advantage of.


They'll be purchased and sold, and bought and sold
They'll become commodities to be traded and exploited.


And buy and sell them again.
And the cycle of exploitation will continue.


CH: Repeat
Chorus: Repeat


The daily routine,
The monotonous and mundane everyday life,


A well-oiled machine,
Efficient and smooth operations,


Interrupted by the fire,
Suddenly disrupted by chaos and destruction,


That came from the sky... save the queen bee!
An attack from above... save the most important member of society!


All that's left are the torched remains of a world worth knowing,
What's left after the destruction is a world that was once valuable and meaningful.


They smile as they're frozen in space forever,
As time stands still, they remain frozen in the moment with a smile.


A shadow on the wall, a silhouette, is all that survived the blast,
The only thing that remains is a dark outline on the wall.


The children in the yard on the swing are all gone, but the swings still swinging. The swings still swinging.
The children who used to play here are all gone, but the memory of them lingers.


Please, please, please push me faster,
I want to escape faster,


I want to fly,
I want to transcend this reality.


Please, please, please push me higher,
I want to rise above everything.


I've got to fly.
I have to break free and soar.


I think I can see your house from up here,
I have a new perspective and can see things I couldn't before.


Yeah, it's the one,
I recognize your house.


With the fire, and the smoke, and the flames,
It's burning and engulfed in flames.


And it burns like gasoline.
It's an intense and volatile fire.


Repeat: Chorus
Repeat: Chorus




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