Escapism

Autor: Jay
Verfasst: 16.09.2009

Escapism

Hunter, Hunter! Spare my blood
It is the only thing I own
And I don’t want my face in pain
To be the last thing I know

Hunter, Hunter has no form
Its body is made of fear
It only has the one desire
To harvest my last tear

Hunter, Hunter! Let me go
I can not fight; I am weak
You were allways a part of me
I had never the chance to leave

Hunter, Hunter! Can not fool you
But you have to let me escape
I feel there is something left to do
Today, I can not meet my fate