If I run away
for just a day
Would that give you what you crave?

The endless need to hunt your prey...
To conquer, to rule, to have your way
Is that the only way you thrive
Constant state of overdrive?

The thrill of the chase...
Your own special grace.
I sink in it like a bath
But it won't save you from my wrath
It won't take you there
You will not be spared

I will mark you for revenge
The needle will singe
This tattoo won't fade
From my blood it is made.