| The Hunted Creeping carefully silently along jaded roads heart breaking quiet bitter ends, light of day mmm, my decay your blessed foray hunted I run down I fall eyes stealing glimpses into the future one tear, a small cry Ill not die here, not for you… give me my jaded, bitter life… your wife ran away…kiss it… embrace it, your life. Hungry hunter, filled with strife Ill jump long before your wicked grip takes me anywhere… stealing life as I can my plans don’t include you kiss it blue, I don’t love you. Hunted, becomes hunter… you don’t wanna’ find me It aint one, two…and baby makes three… won’t fall as your prey, you couldn’t earn your own son. I’m not your martyr get a clue, never knew you the grand illusion, a lil’ fucked up fairy tale. I live to dance elsewhere stripped of a blinding veil, eyes open wickedly, fire flashes from beneath my lashes, ever seen a woman rise from the ashes? [aint it grand what you taught me?] I clearly see, your not my destiny. Maybe you should run… Ill take what I can get, as long as it’s a piece of your wretched soul, from you I want nothing less or more [ever] burn in hell baby, embrace it, die slow in your own weakness. |
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