The Hunt

(альбом: Five - 2016)

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!