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Without being able to make a decision
Without having a chance
A victim of a hunter you are a reward for a mortal
Run, stop, load, throw
Screams, laughter that is not fake
They murder without mercy
Clandestine obsession
Firm channels look for prey
The shot quenches the thirst
Men who do not respect
Lives of this planet
Foolish survival
Everything is the work of sick minds
Raised by someone who does not know how to love
Your body is a trophy
Your skin in front of a mirror
br/>Your life is discarded
You lost in the balance of hate
Let it tear off your skin
Feel the damage you do
They want to exterminate
Out of fear to its ferocity
Firm pipes seek prey
The shot quenches the thirst
Your body is a trophy
Your skin in front of a mirror
Your life is discarded
You lost in the balance of hate