the hunt from target practice by RUDEDOG
Tracklist
| 7. | the hunt | 4:53 |
Lyrics
I am an animal
The mob led to slaughter
Born a mother’s son
Killed a father’s daughter
Lies the beast within
Basked in sainthood and sin
Sniper scope aimed at my heart
I’m the one that they want
Bury me in government names
A victim of the hunt
The townsfolk rant and rave
They say i am a lethal weapon
Manufacturing consent
To teach their kids a lesson
These days my birthdays feel like
Funerals for someone who’s still alive
First they came for us
Vengeance disguised as just
Sniper scope aimed at my heart
I’m the one that they want
Bury me in government names
A victim of the hunt
If we died tomorrow
Would we share the same grave?
If we died tomorrow
Would we be buried with our names?
If we suffer by your hand
Will your vengeance be through?
Or are we just
Target practice to you?
Sniper scope aimed at my heart
I’m the one that they want
Bury me in government names
A victim of the hunt
