The Hunt 歌词

A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards A requiem for youth, distant humming I cannot show up yet, start without me I don't like the idea, gaining contours - here I started out with hope, drunk with passion Ending up in smoke, frantic absent The picture of a pale, wanted poster Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere Choose your weapon, choose your company Choose your weapon, choose your company Line up with the hunters You can, line up with the hunters You can't, trap me in the system You can't, trap me in the system You can, line up with the hunters You can, line up with the hunters You can't, trap me in the system You can't, trap me in the system You can't, An autumn creeping out, of its ambush Bragging 'bout its skills, as protector Although i am aware, of the recoil I swallow the idea, just to make it - disappear Choose your weapon, choose your company Choose your weapon, choose your company Line up with the hunters You can, line up with the hunters You can't, trap me in the system You can't, trap me in the system You can, strike off my admission You can, strike off my admission You can't, do anything about it You can't, do anything about it You can't, I'm still running ... Wrapped in daydreams ... Darting sideways ... Through the ditches ... Line up with the hunters You can, line up with the hunters You can't, trap me in the system You can't, trap me in the system You can, strike off my admission You can, strike off my admission You can't, do anything about it You can't, do anything about it You can't