Smoke shoots from the barrel of my gun.
The echo a rifle bounces off the walls.
It's his fault he didn't run.
A bullet sails through the air.
and it peirces the man's skull;
I feel no despair.
as I watch his body fall.
When you hear the finest clash of a skull and a bullet;
You bet I'll be there.
I AM THE HUNTER. YOU ARE THE PREY