Текст песни Hunt

A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish.

Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer.

Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise,

But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes.

Now that you've she'd your skin,

You suppose it's time to feed?

Well, I won't be your submissive prey;

I've tamed my share of beasts.

Now that you've she'd your skin,

Don't assume it's time to feed.

Suspicion is the blood

That lingers on the meat.

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Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer.

Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise,

But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes.

Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness underneath.

It's not what it seems.

It's not what it appears to be.

Suspicion is the blood

That lingers on the meat.[x2]

The more you devour, the more you crave the taste of the life you profess to care for.

You will remain a slave to your own satisfaction

Until you drain the starvation from your eyes and see that I, too, know how to kill.

I will fucking kill.