De Caseria
Victor Cibrian
Hunting Season
They say that in the early hours is when the devil goes out hunting
We went out to a club and some scumbags had me in their sights
And to peel it off, hands will be missing
From the earth's ground they will taste
There's no fear here to fly
And if death comes, well, what more
In the fire one day you will burn
My eyes started to weigh me down
Balls were missing to rise
Everything happened
Suddenly everything clouded
I was left only to entrust myself to God
But the earth rejected me
I hold a grudge
For every bullet that was fired
God have mercy, I'm already free
Ask the sky not to see the option
And to pay them back I can kill them too, but it's not my thing
If they didn't respect, they're not asking for respect on their judgment day
It's going to detonate
The bullets already have their target
One by one they will walk
There's no turning back to repent
And here's the action
Shooting up in warrior mode
I'll give them a bump wherever
But I'm not a coward to face them
