The Hunter
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He can guess the exact time I’m vulnerable,
He has instruments to make things right.
There’s no pleasure in being a puppet,
Not being able to prolong the fight.
I’m just taking a small break on my own,
Realizing
disaster’s ahead.
He will catch me innearest future
And infuse my whole soul with the dread.
He has instruments to make things right.
There’s no pleasure in being a puppet,
Not being able to prolong the fight.
I’m just taking a small break on my own,
He will catch me in
And infuse my whole soul with the dread.