Imprisonment brings me closer,
To the edge of the knife.
The frustration is a disease,
That's beating me down.
Years of living in fear,
Now the tides have turned how does it feel.
I went down a dark road,
Where I lost all my self-control.
Bought in this world of war and pain,
Is this feeling even real,
Am I living a dream,
In my own twisted mind?
The smell of blood in the air
Triggers my sense for the hunt.
Will I ever find salvation?
Or will I keep on chasing?
Full of adrenalin we need to make it flow,
The prey becomes the hunter now.
You the hunter, you the prey?
Are you free or enslaved?
You better improve,
It's yours to choose.
I can't give you solutions.
To all of life's problems.
In a fucked-up world,
What do you get?
Exhausted from the daily struggle.
We all grind just to stay alive.
Too much hate in the world,
But with pain comes fucking strength
The smell of blood in the air
Triggers my sense for the hunt.
Will I ever find salvation?
Or will I keep on chasing?
Full of adrenalin we need to make it flow,
The prey becomes the hunter now.
I am not the only one that feels that way.
We are holding on to our lives.
Full of adrenalin we need to make it flow,
The prey becomes the hunter now.
Will I ever find salvation?
Or will I keep on chasing?
Will I ever find salvation?
Or will I keep on chasing
Will I ever find salvation?
Or will I keep on chasing?
Will I ever find salvation?
Or will I keep on chasing?