Hunter, I'm laid out on the forest floornarrows in my back and sidesndown among the leaves and stonesnyou can wear my skin as armornyou can eat my flesh and bonesnleave nothing that is needednall I have is yoursnAnd I'll give myself up to your sharpened edgesnI no longer cling to my lifenyes, I'm finally giving innTeeth and hate end our relationshipnof course it's sad, but that's the way it isnyour violence always wins the daynyes,nyour violence winsnAnd I'll give myself up to your sharpened edgesnI no longer cling to my lifenyes, I'm finally giving innOh, and you watch as the animalsnlay themselvesndown at your feetna thousand bared teethna thousand bowed headsnyes, they're begging you forndeathnThe Hunter does us all a great servicenand we've done so much to deserve it.