You see his shadow; the smell of his breath
You see your life: how much is left
He moves without noise - you think you're safe
There's a gun in your face, there's a gun in your face

He's the hunter, your his prey
You try to draw but you know the score
He's the hunter, you're the hunted

You try to draw, but you know the score
You're flat on your back dying on the floor
He's the hunter, you're the hunted

He's the man, the man with no home
He's always there, you're never alone
He has no soul, and kills without care
There's a gun in your face, there's a gun in your face

He's the hunter, your his prey
You try to draw but you know the score
He's the hunter, you're the hunted
You're the one he's coming for, he's coming for