Bountyhunter
Beborn Beton Lyrics


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There is fear in my mind that I don't want to show
The anxiety burns and as far as I know
I will never be ruled for I do what I like
As I'm giving myself to the crowd

I give birth to the words that dwell out of my mouth
But you won't understand, you just hear the sound
Counting the beats while you're moving your feet
Cause the measure is never the same

You are looking at me the way wolves look at sheep
You hunger for flesh, you want me to bleed
Another failed sucker is killing my nerves with
"We like the music, we like the disco sound, hey!"

The day will come my friend that I will cut off your ears
Remember my words
But somehow it depends on grandfather's razorblades
And I will find it someday

So please tell me if I'm expecting too much
I'm a little impatient, I give it a rush




But the folks that surround me would never get right with my kind
"We like the disco sound, hey!"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Beborn Beton's "Bountyhunter" delve into the inner turmoil of an artist who is faced with the challenge of expressing their true feelings while facing the overwhelming pressure of pleasing the crowd. The artist is filled with anxiety and fear that they don't want to show, as they know that their true feelings may not be accepted. The artist feels that they must give themselves up to the crowd, and while they generate words and sounds that only they understand, the crowd remains superficial and merely counts the beats while moving their feet.


The artist feels trapped by the expectations of the crowd, who hunger for the artist to bleed and want them to conform to their ideal of "disco sound." The artist feels frustrated by the lack of understanding and appreciation for their work, and threatened by the possibility that the crowd might turn on them. The artist visualizes a future where they will have the power to cut off the ears of those who fail to respect their art.


Overall, the song explores themes of authenticity, artistic expression, and the struggle to find one's voice in the face of pressure and expectations.


Line by Line Meaning

There is fear in my mind that I don't want to show
I am anxious but I don't want to let anyone see it


The anxiety burns and as far as I know
I am consumed with anxiety


I will never be ruled for I do what I like
I will never be controlled because I do what I want


As I'm giving myself to the crowd
I put myself out there for the audience


I give birth to the words that dwell out of my mouth
I express myself through my lyrics


But you won't understand, you just hear the sound
People hear the beat but don't truly understand the message


Counting the beats while you're moving your feet
People dance to the rhythm


Cause the measure is never the same
The music is unpredictable


You are looking at me the way wolves look at sheep
People look at me like prey


You hunger for flesh, you want me to bleed
People want to see me fail


Another failed sucker is killing my nerves with
Another critic is getting on my nerves


"We like the music, we like the disco sound, hey!"
People just like the beat and don't care about the lyrics or message


The day will come my friend that I will cut off your ears
I will cut off critics who don't understand my music


Remember my words
Don't forget what I am saying


But somehow it depends on grandfather's razorblades
I am not sure how I will do it or when


And I will find it someday
I will figure it out eventually


So please tell me if I'm expecting too much
Am I asking for too much?


I'm a little impatient, I give it a rush
I am eager and impatient to succeed


But the folks that surround me would never get right with my kind
The people around me don't understand my music


"We like the disco sound, hey!"
They just care about the beat and not the meaning




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