Prey - Polar.

If it’s God we trust, then rid me of tragedy

Rid me of tragedy, rid me of tragedy

A fate worse than death, hear the voices call

What is left?

Now I don’t know real anymore

I turn back no face to see

Shadows feeding doubt, now all I can see

Are ghosts looking back at me

Are ghosts looking back at me

If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I

Will cut my teeth on a god that no one sees

If I could bite the hand that feeds tragedy

If it’s God we trust, then rid me of tragedy

No one is safe, it comes for us all

Cut my nerves so I don’t feel hurt anymore

I shout out, spare them, take me

No use looking back 'cause all I can see

Are ghosts looking back at me

Are ghosts looking back at me

I’d rather reign in hell

I reign this hell

If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I

Will cut my teeth on a god that no one sees

If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I

Will cut my teeth on a god that no one sees

If I could bite the hand that feeds, then I

If it’s God we trust then rid me of tragedy

Rid me of tragedy, rid me of tragedy

I’d rather reign in hell

I reign this hell