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©1994 Shawn Kendrick Hall
Sometimes i'm hunting to be the hunted
aim to be preyed on not to slay
Sometimes i'm wanting to be the wanted
dress to be killed not to kill
Half of a heartbeat away from extinction
quarter dollar stuck in my throat
the dimetoll demon beggin food for the boatman
lost my last dollar into the boat
crossin a river by choosin' a tombstone
shackles and chains and lace so white
how could it be that the answers unspoken
but the key was lost well into the night
Am i the virgin chained to the alter
am i the sacraficial lamb
prey to my master slave to good fortune
you want to be all that i am
chewing the chains off i fear the dragon
getting blood all over the bed
and now the serpents coming from its slumber
no sooner risen than fallen dead