Hunt the Wire - Luna Amara

What’s in these eyes?

What’s in this mind?

Is there anyone who’d like to find out?

So fast and deep

So free and blind

Ignorance cuts the wrist of your doubt

And all your dreams

Are TV themes

And your big love is a stunt

The human kind is just an animal

On a hunt

The sickness sells

The sadness sells

Pick up your favourite death from the store

You’re just the mouse in your right hand

Give it away and wish for some more

Cause all your hopes

Are your night dopes

The end is here every day

The human kind is so on the run

So run away