Singer:direct hit!
in pursuit of my prey
running for his life
he won't get away
he throws his hands up
a sign of surrender
he begs for mercy
but i don't care
i press my shotgun against his head
i pull the trigger
now he's dead
the rush of the chase
the thrill of the hunt
feeding the habit
killing for fun
stump-neck
blood splatter
shards of skull
brain matter
virtual decapitation
by virtue of my shotgun