Fledgling on the Hunt

[Verse 1] Boots on the gravel Smoke in my lungs Teeth cut on failure Salt on my tongue That burning in your stomach yeah, it never quits You choke on every misstep or you sharpen it [Chorus] Get used to it that fever in your gut If you fail to succeed on the hunt you’re nothing but dust Get used to it that poison in your pride If you’re begging for mercy out here you’re already dying inside [Verse 2] She circles like winter slow, amused Dominant gaze that strips me used “Fledgling,” she hisses “you’re softer than prey” Her shadow casts over me and I hear her say [Chorus] Get used to it that fever in your gut If you fail to succeed on the hunt you’re nothing but dust Get used to it that poison in your pride If you’re begging for mercy out here you’re already dying inside [Bridge] “Fledgling, kneel and remain there” (yes) “Till I’m satisfied you don’t forget” Blood in the snow cold on my knees Her hand at my throat as she teaches me [Chorus] Get used to it that fever in your gut If you fail to succeed on the hunt you’re nothing but dust Get used to it that poison in your pride I’ll crawl till I learn how to kill or stay frozen here, denied