The Hunter

I'm in a big clean room

There's blood on my shirt

I'm in bad shape from the crashNow 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 youOh you have the face

But I have the pictures

A secondhand love in a dying machineThis game turns me cold

I could show you some things

A child with a ghost in her eyes cries for meWe break out

And we break out hungry

We're looking for the priest

And we're looking for youI can't believe the noise

There's nothing I can do

We'll never get out of here aliveSomething's wrong

I can't believe it.