Light This City

A transparent heart cant hide its blackest wish. Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer. Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise, but I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes. Now that youve shed your skin, you suppose its time to feed? Well, I wont be your submissive prey; Ive tamed my share of beasts. Now that youve shed your skin, dont assume its time to feed. Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat. Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness underneath. Its not what it seems. Its not what it appears to be. Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat. The more you devour, the more you crave the taste of the life you profess to care for. You will remain a slave to your own satisfaction until you drain the starvation from your eyes and see that I, too, know how to kill. I will fucking kill.
[ The Hunt Lyrics ]