City Escape - The Dear Hunter

Please, what happened to the flame?

(It burned down the sides)

With a fondness for cooking history

Revealing thoughts of Ms. Terri

In the heat of the night

A woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlot’s life

(With the moon at her back, unaware of what could be)

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Free, pardoned by the flame

(That burned down the sides)

Her feet began to bleed between the seams

But she persisted to the streets

In the heat of the night

The river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Oh, but her breath escapes her

Oh, but the pulse remains

Oh, but her breath escapes her

Oh, but her pulse remains

Places, People, the stage is set

Places, People, the stage is set

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret

(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)