Hunter or hunted? Spear in hand or back to the wall? Someone's always looking for you Unless you're looking for them. Always seemed the quiet one, Sugar and spice with something underneath, Until the one who turned her came along. Something sharpened in her smile; Takes her steak bloody red. Johnny fell short of the cut, Always trying, never enough. Day of reckoning came to call Everyone gets one choice. Grenade in the pit, three sets of eyes gone wide, Johnny didn't think twice; Took that first-class flight back home. Hunter or hunted? Spear in hand or back to the wall? Someone's always looking for you Unless you're looking for them. Loved the sound of her own voice, Kept the thirsty ones under her thumb. Paid her just to look their way, Acted like she cared on better days. Lambs lining up at the slaughter, Ruined by the thought of her Dreaming of happiness, never seeing The walls she'd built around them. Bigger they are, the further they fall. Big-time boss, house like a mall, Laughed at death when it came to call. Fearless to a fault, that's what did him in. Simple as a symphony, Poison took him under quick Never even thought to ask If the hunter could be hunted. Every blade seeks a purpose, Every shot finds a name. Not the bullet you see that takes you It's the one you never saw coming. Hunter or hunted? Spear in hand or back to the wall? Someone's always looking for you... Unless you're looking for them.
