He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break
His tongue is a loaded gun
Its barrel as cold as ice
And late at night when I am sleeping
His bullets strike me twice
His throat is stuck with reason
As he pulls back on his bow
He listens for a heartbeat
A sound he yearns to know
He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His target is a life
And when he sees me breathing
He sharpens every knife
His finger's on the trigger
As I'm reaching for a pail
For all my blood to drain into
For to quench him in his hell
He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
In confidence he soars
With every word that's uttered
Through every vein that pours
There's too much information
Too much noise in his brain
Then he digs a grave to put me in
When he sees that I've been slain
He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
His voice is dark and deep
And death is all around him
When his words have gone to sleep
