Eyes toward the sun
I can hear them mocking me

When I'm on my feet they run
I live to hear their screams


Fields and fields of swollen deer
Harvest of wretchedness
Eyes bulged, grinning ear to ear

Bodies on bodies...

Culling down the herd

Well it's freedom for the land
I know you hang on my every word
Don't understand

My inhumanity towards other man

Hunting seasons greeting my friend

Come out fields of carnage baby
From my rooftop treestand
I wait for sand to drink their blood

But it doesn't come

Shake it off man


Hooves turn to feet
How do I know the tongues they speake

What does it mean, what have I done
What I have I done


No sand to drink their blood
It rolls down concrete
Life's a (*##$ baby, 18 lay dead on the street


From my rooftop treestand
Disillusioned I won't say all that

It was easier to choke down
When I believed
You were covered in fleas

I apologize for showing you that side of me
Nothing and noone can take it away
Force fed from a hot lead feedbag

Tattooed teardrops stain my cheeks... and losing teeth