With a heart that bleeds fire,
And eyes that spit flame;
Caught in the trap of a liar,
He walks the crowded lane.

Of a mind made only to ****,
He walks through the town;
And nobody dares or ever will,
To bring that hunter down.

But hunter though he is for sure,
He has been hunted out;
By the liar that brought him here,
He has been hurt, no doubt.

Yes, he's hurt: the proud hunter there,
But his fire burns brightly still,
And maybe he's hurt beyond repair,
But with fire, his eyes do fill.

"The hunter would be the hunted"
That's what they used to say,
And now the truth has been noted,
For so it is today.