The Hunter and the Killed

[country, Americana intro] No silver bullet, No poison pill, [bring in the synth] To unfuck this reality, Or break our masters appeal, [acapella + build up] But I still… feel… I feel… I’m a human. Imma be the hunter [monster voice] I’m yet to be the killed I’m yet to be the killed. I’m yet to be fulfilled, the books written by our will, the end is coming but yet to be revealed, So I’ll go on a wandering, In the desert, for the thrill… Back around that hill, I found a shattered sk’ll, I’m a hunter but that whatnt my kill. I’m yet to be the kill. Guess im the hunter still. I’m not a country boon, Under this same moon, I’m to be the killed. Despite all I’ve grilled, But don’t let it be missed, If you wanna tango, I’ll twist, I’ll knock the gray out your beard, Ostensibly, no fear, In Austin, siblings stay prepared, From Half way around to even West of here, I’m the hunter, lest the killed yet to be fulfilled, the books written by our will, the end is coming but yet to be revealed, So I’ll go on a wandering, In the desert, for the thrill… Back around that hill, I found a shattered sk’ll, I’m a hunter but that whatnt my kill. I’m yet to be the kill. Guess im the hunter still.