A hunter now a taste for violence
Peering through the empty silence
Reaching back, look through the air for
The one who looks so full of fear so
I can get some piece of meat
Dying of feeling the feeling to breed
Passion holding to the silence and pain
Keeping at pace with the whips and the chains
Simmer the wax for the weekend bride and
The tick of the time bomb that keeps your mind in
Nothing to see
Set you free
Keeping the feeling
Atrophy
A hunter now a town's own mirror
Another victim wanting terror
A hint of interest clears the air for
An invite to the lion's lair cause
Maybe her daddy can't treat her like me
Strapped to the bed with no reason to be
Passion holding to the silence and pain
Keeping at pace with the whips and the chains
Simmer the wax for the weekend bride and
The tick of the time bomb that keeps your mind in
Nothing to see
Set you free
Keeping the feeling
Atrophy