Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hunt, artist - Diorama. Album song Cubed, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 18.03.2010
Record label: Accession
Song language: English
The Hunt |
A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards |
A requiem for youth, distant humming |
I cannot show up yet, start without me |
I don’t like the idea, gaining contours — here |
I started out with hope, drunk with passion |
Ending up in smoke, frantic absent |
The picture of a pale, wanted poster |
Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere |
Choose your weapon, choose your company |
Choose your weapon, choose your company |
Line up with the hunters |
You can, line up with the hunters |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can, line up with the hunters |
You can, line up with the hunters |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can’t |
An autumn creeping out, of its ambush |
Bragging 'bout its skills, as protector |
Although I am aware, of the recoil |
I swallow the idea, just to make it — disappear |
Choose your weapon, choose your company |
Choose your weapon, choose your company |
Line up with the hunters |
You can, line up with the hunters |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can, strike off my admission |
You can, strike off my admission |
You can’t, do anything about it |
You can’t, do anything about it |
You can’t |
I’m still running … |
Wrapped in daydreams … |
Darting sideways … |
Through the ditches … |
Line up with the hunters |
You can, line up with the hunters |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can’t, trap me in the system |
You can, strike off my admission |
You can, strike off my admission |
You can’t, do anything about it |
You can’t, do anything about it |
You can’t |