The Dear Hunter
Текст песни Mustard

Here they are, the wicked
A panic floods the field
Deliverance, unthinkable
They play the part performing oh so well

With empty cause they carry on

A twisted soul, an apparition
Born of a beastly brand
They butcher purposely
(Just have the sense to run away)

Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason He would allow this
Look to the sky and say
We would be better off without this

Who would allow this?

We've never felt alive,
But none of us can die just when we want to
(Want to)
We're stuck in this disguise
With leather skin these eyes designed to haunt you
(Haunt you)
But do we haunt you?

Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason He would allow this
Look to the sky and say
We would be better off without this
Who would allow this?

From the other side