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The smell of their flesh frying

The hunger for the kill

Need to find another victim

Bet your ass I will

Enter uninvited and I sneak into their homes

Make the shot I get the kill

Collect all of their bones

Hang their heads so proudly

Display up on my wall

Families will grieve their loss but I don't grieve at all

Bodies hung on wires there's more like them all in rows

When again The Hunter strikes nobody really knows

Keep your eyes wide open

The Hunter could be near

If I don't get nothing else

I'll get off on your fear

Bodies hung on wires

There's more like them in rows

When again The Hunter strikes nobody really knows