The Hunt

Enter the city that never rests
From the fear of waking in the lion’s den
Let the joyous hunt begin
Place your blindfold to the task
Victim by day, culprit by night
The enemy hide right beneath your mask
Empty the barrel on the glass
Cause the gun cuts both ways — cuts both ways!
As you’re drawn to the spiral
The clock will count your days — count your days!
The infection is contagious
Acceptable crimes, punishable acts
Bang bang — kill them all!
You’re the critical being, rotten to the core
Flesh stung by a wasp
And the stinger falls to the ground
Empty the barrel on the glass
Cause the gun cuts both ways — cuts both ways!
As you’re drawn to the spiral
The clock will count your days — count your days!
I’m a monster in their eyes
but they fail to see
They created… me
They created… me
Empty the barrel on the glass
Cause the gun cuts both ways — cuts both ways!
As you’re drawn to the spiral
The clock will count your days — count your days — count your days!