The Hunter
Dropsaw Lyrics


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I'm not sure where I am
locked in this car for hours now
my hands are tied, rope bites the skin
left and right becomes one
trying to break out with no success
kicked in the face
there's no way to defend
pushing aside
the fear of death
no chances for freedom

every word, the hunter has told me
brutality is revenge
I realise he's gonna consume me
die, die, die
the fucker says
die, die
beg for life gets me nowhere
it's hard to breathe with a blood filled mouth
intoxicated from the smell of fear
grave is my destination

I'm not sure where I am
in the hands of a twisted man
last shout before the slaughter begins
bloods leads to satisfaction
every word the hunter has told me
brutality is revenge
I realise he's gonna consume me
I hear the blade starting up
it gets louder and louder
the blade enters my skin
this is it
the hunter has devoured me
die, die, die




the fucker says
die, die

Overall Meaning

"The Hunter" by Dropsaw describes a victim who finds themselves trapped in a car with their hands tied up. They are beaten and kicked by their captor who seems to want revenge by inflicting pain upon them. The captor tells the victim repeatedly that they are going to die, and the fear of death is ever-present. The victim is left feeling helpless and unable to defend themselves as they are consumed by fear and despair.


The repeated use of the phrase "die, die, die" emphasizes the aggressive and violent nature of the captor. The victim knows that they are in a grave situation with no hope of escape, and their impending death is the only outcome. The song highlights the concept of revenge and brutality and shows how it ultimately leads to destruction.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm not sure where I am
I find myself in an unknown place, unsure of my surroundings.


locked in this car for hours now
I have been trapped inside this vehicle for an extended period of time.


my hands are tied, rope bites the skin
My hands have been bound together, and the tightness of the rope causes pain and discomfort.


left and right becomes one
The surrounding environment looks identical and disorienting.


trying to break out with no success
Despite my attempts to escape, I have been unable to do so.


kicked in the face
I have been struck forcefully in the face with a blow aimed to cause harm.


there's no way to defend
I am defenseless against attacks from my captor.


pushing aside the fear of death
While facing the possibility of death, I am trying to suppress my fear in order to remain calm.


no chances for freedom
I have slim to no hope of escaping my captor's hold over me.


every word the hunter has told me
The hunter has been speaking to me, and every word he utters is significant.


brutality is revenge
The hunter feels they must be brutal and punishing because they feel wronged in some way.


I realise he's gonna consume me
I finally understand that the hunter's intention is to completely overpower and destroy me.


die, die, die, the fucker says, die, die
The hunter repeatedly shouts at me to die, a testament to his unrelenting cruelty.


beg for life gets me nowhere
Even if I plead with the hunter for mercy, it will not make a difference.


it's hard to breathe with a blood filled mouth
Due to the wounds inflicted upon me, it is difficult to inhale and exhale properly with a mouthful of blood.


intoxicated from the smell of fear
The hunter seems to experience a sense of euphoria or pleasure from the fear they have instilled in me.


grave is my destination
I am coming to terms with the fact that my death is imminent and I will soon be buried in a grave.


in the hands of a twisted man
I am at the mercy of a man who is malicious and enjoys inflicting pain and suffering.


last shout before the slaughter begins
I attempt to voice one final plea before the hunter carries out their plan to kill me.


bloods leads to satisfaction
The hunter gains a sense of completion or fulfillment from the sight of my blood.


I hear the blade starting up, it gets louder and louder
The sound of the hunter's weapon being prepared intensifies as the moment of my death draws near.


the blade enters my skin, this is it
I feel the hunter's weapon puncturing my skin, signaling that my death is inevitable.


the hunter has devoured me, die, die, die, the fucker says, die, die
The hunter has succeeded in killing me, taking total control over my life and death. His final words to me are nothing but cruel mockery and gloating.




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