Gunshots inside the fence, leaving no chance No chance at all for resistance Death by torture impends Marking the end of a wretched existence Bred in a state of disconnection, Only got killed for trophy collection
Showing no repentance or shame, Another big game has just been overpowered Feeling so courageous, the one who carries the gun – Yet such a gutless coward Fire one more shot, watch him bleed to death Pose for a picture, make sure you won't forget
Stop! Cease canned hunting Stop! No compromise! Stop! Cease canned hunting Stop this cruel and pointless demise
The last one in the wild
A lonely roar echoes across the plain, unanswered His kind wiped out, he alone must safeguard his own survival
Just one bullet Striking center mass Then bleed the kill quickly Sever the head and shoulders A trophy on the wall Let a painted trail of blood Greet dinner guests within the hall The corner of smiling lips Stretched and stitched around the back That smile would last forever If only the animals could shoot back Drain lifeless veins Replace your eyes with glass The game will change forever When the animals shoot back
Tumbling down… Struggling up… Thrashing around… ExitusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
