The Hunted
(To become the hunted An easy prey) The fever comes Leaving us motionless Life turns in reverse Hunting us through the night This our new fate In the open we are weak No place to hide Suddenly paralyzed By all of our sins We will bleed for our sin We will kneel for our dream In this storm we shall die In this gallow we shall hang The hunter will find us as the ground collapse We strive to find the solid ground The rift is wide, chaos enclosed Feverish madness, we try to hide We will bleed for our sin We will kneel for our dream In this storm we shall die In this gallow we shall hang To become the hunted An easy prey We all shall hang Afflicted by the madness that is so real The truest test of our resolve Is to find the way out of this hell Dragging us out from this cesspool of lies To become the hunted An easy prey Time has run out We’ve become, our ruin Destroying all We are the plague We will bleed for our sin We will kneel for our dream In this storm we shall die In this gallow we shall hang We are the hunted Our time has run out We end this now
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025