The Hunt

A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish
 Even blood
 Pounding deceit
 Only makes your motives clearer
 Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise
 But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes
 Now that you've she'd your skin
 You suppose it's time to feed
 Well I won't be your submissive prey
 I've tamed my share of beasts
 Now that you've she'd your skin
 Don't assume it's time to feed
 Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat
 A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish
 Even blood
 Pounding deceit
 Only makes your motives clearer
 Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise
 But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes
 Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness underneath
 It's not what it seems
 It's not what it appears to be
 Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat
 The more you devour
 The more you crave the taste of the life you profess to care for
 You will remain a slave to your own satisfaction
 Until you drain the starvation from your eyes and see that I too know how to kill
 I will fucking kill