Hunt Again - Mission Of Burma

I’ve swallowed my quarry

And now lie paralyzed

With assimilation pain

And indulgence’s misshapen form

I am a snake

And I will resume

My contours

Then I’ll hunt again

There really is no choice

How do we survive?

I like to think I surprise myself

But that’s a tired joke

I watch myself as I do my best

No drama anymore

When reason turns to riot gear

There’s no control, I lose myself again

These maniacal rituals that got me goin' back just

How do you survive?

So sudden are my movements

Not a drop of blood is spilled

I’m quiet beneath the roaring sun

I leave my signature scrawled softly in the sand

The only trace of a dead obsession

'Cause I’m a snake

And I will resume

My contours

Then I’ll hunt again