Throwing distractions to avoid what's real
Manipulation before my eyes
Think that you're clever, believing you're safe
I see right through your disguise
I need to feel
The crushing of your skull
The hunt has started
With the circumstances there's no excuse, your pawns will turn on you
There will be no shelter, from the consequences
Words still aren't enough to paint, my need
My need to end your world
The hunt, the hunt has started
