The heart's a lonely hunter and I'm just timid with the gun.
Forests grow thicker with doubts in my mind.
Men with white collars climbing bodies to reach "happiness".
I am Hunted.
I have not began to burn at both ends.
My candles wax is still intact and my wick is in in flames.
It grows shorter and shorter by the day.
As I wonder if i should die by a suit and tie or by the blade.
I am Hunted.
I am hunted by carbon copy killers.
I am hunted by Juarez smoke stacks.
I am hunted by tyrants.
I am hunted by brutes of men.
I am hunted by fascist fathers.
and all this can be summoned up in two simple words:
Dank Submission.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:54 AM UTC
The heart's a lonely hunter and I'm just timid with the gun.
Forests grow thicker with doubts in my mind.
Men with white collars climbing bodies to reach "happiness".
I am Hunted.
I have not began to burn at both ends.
My candles wax is still intact and my wick is in in flames.
It grows shorter and shorter by the day.
As I wonder if i should die by a suit and tie or by the blade.
I am Hunted.
I am hunted by carbon copy killers.
I am hunted by Juarez smoke stacks.
I am hunted by tyrants.
I am hunted by brutes of men.
I am hunted by fascist fathers.
and all this can be summoned up in two simple words:
Dank Submission.
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