One Of The Hunted

I feel the distant stare From the watching eye of the woodsman Quivers of death await me here I`m blind to their illusion confusion Fletching of fowl slips through the wind Releasing their death with their fingers Fate they lies on a tensel line Must escape but there`s nowhere to hide Now exchanging roles In this theater of ill humor The understudy steals the stage With his encore performance encore performance One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There`s nowhere to run One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There`s nowhere to run In the temples of nature I hear the laughter Just another victim on this lonely trail They show no emotion for this loss of life It reminds me of myself not long ago And the cries for life that I`d seem to ignore This cries for life are now my very own Feel the distant stare From the watching eye of the woodsman Quivers of death await me here I`m blind to their illusion confusion One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There`s nowhere to run One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There`s nowhere to run One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There`s nowhere to run One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There`s no there`s nowhere to run One of the hunted one of the hunted