Lyrics
So, On With The Chase…
Under desire’s spell
I’ll rest after the next kill
But I’ve hardly slept
For all the toil and till
All the reasons that I need
Hard to feel like it’s not greed
The scent of blood is a burning fuse
One more hit, only time to lose
So, on with the chase...
My quarry is near
Its tender throat
My own to tear
Gimme a way off this train
Or at least a way to slow it
Taken the biggest game
But ain’t got much to show for it
And now I need that next thing
And it’s kinda hard to un-want it
No telling what it’ll bring
But I can’t wait to flaunt it