Hunted down like a feral fox,
My heart is beating fast,
As the dogs move in on my trail,
I pray this day isn’t my last.

I feel the steel chains bite like teeth,
Into my skin they tear,
See my blood trickle like raindrops,
My eyes fog over in a stare.

My skull is smashed like a snow globe,
Lungs punctured by the knife,
Days of living flash before me,
Oh this ******: this **** of life.