The Hunted

Even after all the work you've done You'll never ever get to have the one The one who dances underneath the sun, underneath the sun Charming jokes rolling straight from neath her tongue Belonging to another hand Sing-songing words for another man You

moving south she is here, circling round she is here, she is the hunter,ah ha, you are the hunted, she is the hunter,oh oh, you are the hunted, you are the hunted, catching men in her net, a bird of prey,collecting specimens, she is the hunter,ah ha,

I thought those Days Would help me face The demons I had called Tripping away Only the pair of eyes Would follow me A loaded gun I'm on the run But I don't know where from It feels irrationally right But I am losing Am I the one who could have done E

They say,a mans future,is predetermined,and he is powerless To intervene But does that explain,the missing bodies,the tortured souls Was it moral deviation from the gods That crippled his soul? Sowed the seeds,of festering anger,resentment And tortur