Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunter's Prey, artist - Sadistik. Album song Prey for Paralysis, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2011
Record label: Crushkill
Song language: English
Hunter's Prey |
It’s a hollow feast when the hunted prey |
It’s a hollow feast when the hunted prey |
It’s a hollow feast when the hunted prey |
It’s a hollow feast when the hunted prey |
Sadistik |
And I cannot control the ways and way that I was made |
When I am weathered from the weather that’s been chasing me away |
And I have prayed and I have heard all of the words that have been said |
They have been played inside my head and tried to keep my mind awake |
Kristoff Krane |
I consume, I consume, I consume, I consume, I consume, I consume, I consume, |
I consume |
(How far, how far, how far does this reach?) |
Sadistik |
How far does this mandible reach with this flesh from my friends in these |
cannibal teeth |
That I chew and swallow the few who choose to follow me |
Its a human model this is just what animals eat (lets feast) |
Until the end of our days you’d make the toast I’d forget what to say |
But shoot when I’m close to the sense of our prey |
Before my circle of friends gets me bent out of shape |
Kristoff Krane (Sadistik) |
This is what I’m running from, this is what I’m running from |
Hitting on the queen if it means I’m reaching 21 |
(I'm thunderstruck) Kiss of death (You can pucker up) |
Just because I’m feeling down doesn’t mean that something’s up |
I consume, I consume (till I’m ruined and blue in the face) |
No more room I cocoon it’s so new (get used to the taste) |
I feel so incomplete I heal until I feel the need |
To bleed all over you so we can (bloom in the fumes of our waste) |
Just because you cannot (see it) doesn’t mean it isn’t (there) |
Justice never stands for (freedom) with a cause to play it (fair) |
So this one goes to all the (voices) in my head and all the (choices) |
I regret and all the (voices) I am just aware |
Of the trapdoor so I stare into the glass |
Step over the tracks I left before I cared about the past |
I’d rather share what’s on my plate and cut it in half |
Than shove my black hole with all the pieces before I pass (out) |