The suspense is killing me I can hardly wait to see- The expression on your face the moment that you realize that your plan had no teeth.
I don't want this, no I won't be hunted anymore It's time to leave this existential revolving door
Waiting out here in the snow- it blanketed the needles that cover the forest floor I desire to know, everything everything, everything, I know there's more...
I don't want this, no I won't be hunted anymore It's time to leave this existential revolving door!
If it's a game, I hope you've had your fill My mind you know you spilled, over Athena's Hill And I abate, yet I remember still...your face Or have I fallen ill?