| 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. |
| � cls 2003 |