I derive the deer dares death
with every sprint 'cross darkened tar,
every race with glowing eyes,
every stare off with the car

And thus, there must be some desire
deemed worth the heavy price
of death and ****
through fog and branch
only doll-eyed deer did care
Did heaven spill wine over moss ?
Some delight worth life, I wonder
Does love await, across the stretch?
Do sirens call, skin to undress?

And is there victory, I ponder
for doe that dodge, that dream,
that yearn, that reach the far off call?
Yes, I conclude, I believe, I do
The deer defeats death, it does
with each defiant, driven breath,

'til hunter comes with ***** hands
cause ***** work, it is indeed
to aim at love, to pull and shoot
silly deer should've known
'twas from the start, doomed
don't play games with death, oh doe
Cause death doesn't like to lose,
you know