Zakas - Tranq. Dart

Cheetah can't outrun metal bird in the
sky, `cause there's nowhere to hide
from a sharpshooter's eye.
I felt a sting, my
visions getting dim.
Everything's slow motion,
shapes are moving in.

I can see, but I cannot feel.
Will I be, someone elses meal?
My body's numb and my minds enraged,
paralyzed, defenseless,
locked up in a cage.

Loaded on a truck,
destination unknown.
Far away from this hunting
ground I used to call home.

I can see, but I cannot feel.
Will I be, someone else's meal?