| His eyes scan the dark forest
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| I’m running for it looking for an exit
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| My heart beats faster and my lungs burn
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| With his finger on the trigger
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| One squeeze away from dying
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| Oh what a surprise
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| Tonight they dine on beer and wine
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| Their greatest hunt is my decline
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| My head above his mantel
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| And my body served with bread
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| They toast tonight
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| They toast to life
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| My death is on your conscience
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| And it’s eating at your mind
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| We toast tonight
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| Cheers! |
| To your demise
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| Knee deep inside the hunters mind
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| Mud under these fingernails
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| He’ll see my breath if I exhale
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| This clouded mind won’t get me far
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| With these legs that tug like weights
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| To rest I need a safe place
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| Oh what a surprise
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| Tonight they dine on beer and wine
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| Their greatest hunt is my decline
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| My head above his mantel
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| And my body served with bread
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| They toast tonight
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| They toast to life
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| My death is on your conscience
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| And it’s eating at your mind
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| We toast tonight
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| BREAK IT DOWN!
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| My head above his mantel
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| And my body served with bread
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| They toast tonight
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| They toast to life
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| My death is on your conscience
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| And it’s eating at your mind
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| We toast tonight
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| Cheers! |
| To your demise |