And late at night when I am sleeping
His bullets strike me twice

His throat is stuck with reason
As he pulls back on his bow
He listens for a heartbeat
A sound he yearns to know

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His target is a life
And when he sees me breathing
He sharpens every knife

His finger's on the trigger
As I'm reaching for a pail
For all my blood to drain into
For to quench him in his hell

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
In confidence he soars
With every word that's uttered
Through every vein that pours

There's too much information
Too much noise in his brain
Then he digs a grave to put me in
When he sees that I've been slain

He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His voice is dark and deep
And death is all around him
When his words have gone to sleep