I am not what you think you see one of the hunted
I am a ghost living in this walking death one of the hunted
I am game to the most vicious prey one of the hunted
sunrise and deathset, mind rots in to capture the soul
cage (ing) me, suck the life from my veins
swallow your own breath, this is my fist in your gut
collapsing now, this is the sound of my cracking bones
no insides left in this body - I've let 'em all slip away
can't find the right sustenance - don't need it anyway
I sleep in this bed of misery
and I wake paralyzed underneath the shadows
I have no face, only the scar of your hatred
this womb leaves me as one of the hunted
I am the fire burning in the hollow land
I walk in the battle underneath your empty pretense of pain
and I'll wear to the world my gravestone
this womb leaves me as one of the hunted
I am one of the hunted