Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
Hold Tight!
In pursuit of my prey
Running for his life, he won't get away
He throws his hands up, a sign of surrender
He begs for mercy, but I don't care
I press my shotgun against his head
I pull the trigger, now he's dead
The rush of the chase
The thrill of the hunt
Feeding the habit
Killing for fun
Stump-neck
Blood splatter
Shards of skull
Brain matter
Virtual decapitation
By virtue of my shotgun