Exorcise these old demons that haunted those moonless nights
there's no place to hide when you're hunted by your sins.
Visions gone wild in a burning red,
With fuckin' head in your fuckin' hands.
From your dreams to your grave.
From your hopes to your fuckin' pain.
Each choice i make, put my life at stake.
The darkest hour keeps awake.
Lock you up in a cold dark room
and I make you watch your fear bloom.
Believe us, no christ, no doubt.
In filth we trust.
Darkened visions of what you refuse.
Ignore the fear to face and fight.
Hunted by your sins.
Track by track. White fades to black.
Everything so real.
Life is made cold as steel.
Other day, other ways.
Another night, another crime.
Another filthy fight.
« Hunted by Your Sins », titre 11 de l'album Trinité. Paroles et musique : THE ARRS. Tous droits réservés.