Becoming The Hunt Lyrics

Exhumed, erased these articles of faith. Encoded, entombed we are forced to rot away. Led to the slaughter. Can quivering hands kill or have they killed and this is why they quiver? The hunter becomes the prey, no tables have turned. The art is in the process, the artist is the prophet. Erased, embrace we rot away. Encoded, exhumed these articles of faith. Embarce extinction, hold it close as we rot away