You're a hunter,
but it's not what it seems.
Slowly you scan the terrain by hunting for dreams.
No escaping from the walls in your night.
Going
straight for the kill.
There is nowhere to hide.
Headed for disaster,
but secretly we're after a little bit of danger.
Chase me over quicksand.
Nearly got out.
I nearly got out.
If I only look over my shoulder.
But I'll never back down.
I'm a gatherer.
I'm picking up stones.
Looking for what lies underneath and if it's more than just bones.
Follow the tracks
and we'll find the truth.
Cause the truth is we'll be hunting me and I'll be looking for you.
Headed for disaster.
Chase me over quicksand.
Nearly got out.
I nearly got out.
If I only look over my shoulder.
But I'll never back down.
Nearly got out.
I nearly got out.
If
I only look over my shoulder.
But I'll never back down.
I nearly got out.
I nearly got out.
If I only look over my shoulder.
But I'll never back down.