The D’Urbervilles - We Are The Hunters | Текст песни

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We're your hunters, we're your children
We're your hunters, it's time for killing.

We're your hunters, and we're your children
We're your hunters, it's time for killing

At night we own the sunny skyline
By day we hide ourselves from sight
Making ends meet.
Burned up like a fire in the street,
you can strike our hearts anywhere you like.

We dance to death on empty sidewalks
Our waffled souls we won't admit. (?)
Loose hands clenched fists,
you duck and walk right into it.
We'll tear these bodies from our limbs.

We play to work so we can play all night.
Social diseases underneath scream our lives
I cut my hands to give my heart to you
We are the hunters in the dark afternoon.'

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