Lyrics: Morgve
Music: Morgve
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Take the lead
Go ahead
Leave
Leave
I see you from behind
At the end of the line
I'm your predator now.
Me on you
The fur is sin
Grab your bloody knife
Get your crucifix.
Or whatever makes you cry.
Taste our youth
our essence's green
No peace or sleep
No time to bleed
Soul runs free
May not be true at last
Is it your smell
Your game
Or part of your harm
Your sweat
Your head
Your fear
Or the heat in this hunt
Your hair
Your flesh
My theeth
I'm so hungry
Can feel youβre blue tonight.
Watch out.
Thinking about us makes me faster
Thinking about us makes me younger.