Hunter
Have A Nice Life - Deathconsciousness
I'm laid out on the forest floor
Arrows in my back and sides
Down among the leaves and stones
You can wear my skin as armor
You can eat my flesh and bones
Leave nothing that is needed
And I'll give myself up to your sharpened edges
I no longer cling to my life
Teeth and hate end our relationship
Your violence always wins the day
And I'll give myself up to your sharpened edges
I no longer cling to my life
and you watch as the animals
they're begging you for death
The Hunter does us all a great service
And we've done so much to deserve it