I feel the distant stare

Of a watching eye

Watching eyes of the woodsman

Quivers of death await me here

I'm blind to their illusion - confusion.

Fletching of fowl slips

Through the wind

Releasing their death with

Their fingers

My fate lies on a tensel line

I must escape but there's

Nowhere to hide.

The now exchanging roles

In this theater of ill humor

The understudy steals

The stage with an encore performance.

One of the hunted

The tables have turned

One of the hunted

There's nowhere to run

One of the hun ted

The tables have turned

One of the hunted

There's nowhere to run.

In the temples of nature

I hear the laughter

Just another victim on

This lonely trail

They show no emotion for

This loss of life

It reminds me of myself not long ago

And the cries for life that

I'd seem to ignore

The cries for life are now

My very own.

One of the hunted

The tables have turned

One of the hunted

There's nowhere to run

One of the hunted

The tables have turned

One of the hunted

There's nowhere to run.