I am not what you think you see. one of the hunted.
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I am a ghost living in this walking death. one of the hunted.
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I am game to the most vicious prey. one of the hunted...
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sunrise and deathset, mind rots in to capture the soul.
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cage (ing) me, suck the life from my veins.
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swallow your own breath, this is my fist in your gut.
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collapsing now, this is the sound of my cracking bones.
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no insides left in this body - I've let 'em all slip away.
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can't find the right sustenance - don't need it anyway.
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I sleep in this bed of misery.
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and I wake paralyzed underneath the shadows.
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I have no face, only the scar of your hatred.
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this womb leaves me as one of the hunted.
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I am the fire burning in the hollow land.
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I walk in the battle underneath your empty pretense of pain.
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and I'll wear to the world my gravestone...
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this womb leaves me as one of the hunted.
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I am one of the hunted.
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Prisoner Scavenger
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