Deep inside the wilderness he sees the figure loom
Filled with anticipation and tenderness, darkness outside the lens
Focus the peaceful feelings
Give up the pain and woe
Go deep below the surface
Forget your blood in the snow
Blood on the snow
You hunted but the killer got you
Blood on the snow
Take comfort that you got him too
Blood on the snow
You watch him die in front of you
Blood on the snow
The first and last gun wound for you
He was a maniac obsessed in what he did
Obsession just like yours
To track and hunt for clues
You found him taking souvenirs
Bore down till he spun around
Saw your blood and realized
You got two shots off to his head
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Deep inside the wilderness he sees the figure loom
Filled with anticipation and tenderness, darkness outside the lens
Focus the peaceful feelings
Give up the pain and woe
Go deep below the surface
Forget your blood in the snow
Blood on the snow
You hunted but the killer got you
Blood on the snow
Take comfort that you got him too
Blood on the snow
You watch him die in front of you
Blood on the snow
The first and last gun wound for you
He was a maniac obsessed in what he did
Obsession just like yours
To track and hunt for clues
You found him taking souvenirs
Bore down till he spun around
Saw your blood and realized
You got two shots off to his head
Filled with anticipation and tenderness, darkness outside the lens
Focus the peaceful feelings
Give up the pain and woe
Go deep below the surface
Forget your blood in the snow
Blood on the snow
You hunted but the killer got you
Blood on the snow
Take comfort that you got him too
Blood on the snow
You watch him die in front of you
Blood on the snow
The first and last gun wound for you
He was a maniac obsessed in what he did
Obsession just like yours
To track and hunt for clues
You found him taking souvenirs
Bore down till he spun around
Saw your blood and realized
You got two shots off to his head
Writer: Bruce Satinover
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid