The Hunter and the Hunted

I can hear you whispering the beauty I am not
Once again you feed it to me
That’s your fork and knife
Pulled like a piece of fruit I’ve left out to be spoiled
At night the forest is lit from lightning
One more crooked life
Left with worthless leftovers
Crawling out to see
Which are you
The hunter or the hunted
Ruins keep on falling
Where the old church used to be
Which are we
The hunter or the hunted
Which are we
The hunter or the hunted
Down the path I’ll try to sing something that I do on purpose
Nothing but one life left flowing in the distance
Maybe it’s a river, there is no getting off
Just keep sailing, trying, failing
One more crooked dance
Left with worthless leftovers
Crawling out to see
Which are you
The hunter or the hunted
Ruins keep on falling
Where the old church used to be
Which are we
The hunter or the hunted
Which are we
The hunter or the hunted
Left with worthless leftovers
Crawling out to see
Which are you
The hunter or the hunted
Which ones are the real ones
Feel sand dust in my feet
Which are we
The hunter or the hunted
Which are we
The hunter or the hunted