The Hunt - Light This City

A transparent heart can’t hide it’s 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 you’ve she’d your skin

You suppose it’s time to feed

Well I won’t be your submissive prey

I’ve tamed my share of beasts

Now that you’ve she’d your skin

Don’t assume it’s time to feed

Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat

A transparent heart can’t hide it’s 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

Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness

underneath

It’s not what it seems

It’s 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