tore myself through the brush
found a road far from home
oh got a thrill for the hunt
got some hunger that is foreign to me
I smell the fear of the hunted
used to be so average Joe
told my friends to stay away
now they're dead at my feet
couldn't stop the madness
in the town they wanted peace
so they brought in the best
felt the sting and the burn
guess I'll see you in Hell
that you could not control
couldn't stop the madness