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Hunter

You have set the bait

For the animal

You are lying in wait

Hunger

To see the prize snared

Falls into your trap

The chase it ends

You can sense the pain

Honed your sights on where to aim

Instinct gives precision accuracy

(CHORUS)

You search the land

For the rarest breed

Track it for miles

You wish for it to bleed

You believe you are

The one to tame the beast

But a thirst for blood is never quenched

To your demise it leads

Hunted

You have become

Prey to your

Self-destructive attraction

Wild the thing

You attempt to restrain

To no surprise

It bites you again

You know when you are near

Prey on weakness, prey on fear

Soon you’ll have another trophy

(CHORUS)