Lyric The Hunter

I m in a big clean room
There s blood on my shirt
I m in bad shape from the crash

Now I know it s all over
Now I know it s all over you
Something s wrong.
Now I know it s all over
Now I know the hunter s you

Oh you have the face
But I have the pictures
A secondhand love in a dying machine

This game turns me cold
I could show you some things
A child with a ghost in her eyes cries for me

We break out
And we break out hungry
We re looking for the priest
And we re looking for you

I can t believe the noise
There s nothing I can do
We ll never get out of here alive

Something s wrong
I can t believe it.