Hunting
im the one thats got hold of the gun
and you're finally the helpless bird.
flying in v's with the rest of the pack
once you're shot
you'll go down alone.
cause the rest cant see when your hurt.
time to bite the bullet
taste better than you thought?
this is my last time hunting
my first time loading this rifle
you were always a fighter
so your last moments came with a struggle
i finally left in the field what i used to desire.
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