Eyes toward the sun<br />
I can hear them mocking me<br />
When I'm on my feet they run<br />
I live to hear their screams<br />
<br />
Fields and fields of swollen deer<br />
Harvest of wretchedness<br />
Eyes bulged, grinning ear to ear<br />
Bodies on bodies... <br />
<br />
Culling down the herd<br />
Well it's freedom for the land<br />
I know you hang on my every word<br />
Don't understand<br />
My inhumanity towards other man<br />
<br />
Hunting seasons greeting my friend<br />
Come out fields of carnage baby<br />
From my rooftop treestand<br />
I wait for sand to drink their blood<br />
But it doesn't come<br />
<br />
Shake it off man<br />
<br />
Hooves turn to feet<br />
How do I know the tongues they speake<br />
What does it mean, what have I done<br />
What I have I done<br />
<br />
No sand to drink their blood<br />
It rolls down concrete<br />
Life's a bitch baby, 18 lay dead on the street<br />
<br />
From my rooftop treestand<br />
Disillusioned I won't say all that<br />
It was easier to choke down<br />
When I believed<br />
You were covered in fleas<br />
I apologize for showing you that side of me<br />
Nothing and noone can take it away<br />
Force fed from a hot lead feedbag<br />
Tattooed teardrops stain my cheeks... and losing teeth