The Hunter
Anon, 1986
You’re a broken warrior with flesh of stone,
Heart of ice, but with fire in your bones.
No one knows of the trouble you’re in,
reaping your reward from the wages of sin.
Twice as mean is the killer without corruption.
Better face your destruction.
Big city mind in a small town boy,
Takes your soul then sucks out the joy.
Chasing your prey with unholy heat,
Pounding that trail with your voodoo beat.
It all comes together in a place called desolation.
Witness life’s cessation.
Nightmares rattle all around your head.
Once they break out then we’re double dead.
Curse on your skin writ with fevered hand,
Hiding in the sun til’ we make our stand.
