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Demon Hunter

Beauty Through The Eyes Of A Predator

 

Beauty Through The Eyes Of A Predator

(álbum: Summer Of Darkness - 2004)


I'm not the only one who can't see why it crossed your mind
I see your life and death reduce into a product line
It's not enough to see you speaking through the blindest of eyes
The same dead, cold breath is reducing mine
I can't see why
You're not a saint, you're a thief
You can't deny
It's all a ploy underneath.

All I've seen (you better learn to keep your face under the dark)
All I need (wake up and feel the blood escape your heart)
Your disease (for every word that you devalue and mistake)
I can't breathe (for every soul you nauseate with what you say)

[CHORUS:]
You've brought this verdict on yourself (before we ever had a chance)
I hope you cry for the one's you've lost.
You built this burden when you fell (you know we never took a glance)
I hope it's worth all the blood it cost.

It's been a long way back from the dissipated path
Only half way through, say goodbye and take a breath
And when the end shines new with the burn of nothing left
I'll give you one last chance to say you're done and give it back.
I won't agree.
Your remedy is a joke.
I can't believe.
That you can breathe and not choke.

[CHORUS]

Peddle your faith to the blind.
And cheapen the love that you feel so painful.
Pushing the guilt through your spine.
And suffer the mold of a prime example.

[CHORUS]

I feel my lungs beginning to burn.
With every foolish word that you spit, another nail you'll get.

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