kamelot
one of the hunted
I feel the distant stare Of a watching eye Watching eyes of THE woodsman Quivers of death await me here I'm blind to their illusion - confusion  Fletching of fowl Slips Through the wind Releasing their death with Their fingers My fate lies on a tensel line I must escape but there's Nowhere to hide  The now exchanging roles In this theater of ill HUMOR The understudy steals The stage with an encore performance  One of the hunted - The tables have turned One of the hunted - There's nowhere to run One of the hun ted - The tables have turned One of the hunted - There's nowhere to run  In the temples of nature I hear the laughter Just another victim on This lonely trail They show no emotion for This loss of life It reminds me of myself not long ago And the cries for life that I'd seem to ignore The cries for life are now My very own  One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There's nowhere to run One of the hunted The tables have turned One of the hunted There's nowhere to run