The Hunt - Bloodbather

Throwing distractions to avoid what’s real

Manipulation before my eyes

Think that you’re clever, believing you’re safe

I see right through your disguise

I need to feel

The crushing of your skull

The hunt has started

With the circumstances there’s no excuse, your pawns will turn on you

There will be no shelter, from the consequences

Words still aren’t enough to paint, my need

My need to end your world

The hunt, the hunt has started