Lament of the Hunted
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I feel like a monster
A demon - and it's all your fault
Hunt me down like common blood
But I won't fall, I WILL REVOLT
My soul is borne of your new fur coat
But my life is a problem - what is your solution?
A by-product of your dress, a side effect
You call to me "death", I reply REVOLUTION
My coat is my own, my refuge, your desire
Is my soul truly so corrupt? You love me once dead
When you wear my body, you seem so content
But to wear it myself, you are angry instead
Beneath this fur I am dark - am I evil?
Do you save me from myself? To carry my weight?
To provide the utmost loyalty and serve you in death...
Are they better separated? Your desire and my hate...
I storm through the night and I burst through the day
But indecision I fight - what good will it do?
To be hunted forever like the beast that I am
Or to turn myself in and surrender to you?
What good can I do when I'm running like this?
A life spent running is worth nothing at all
Between an endless escape and giving in to your wish
Should I just die at your hands, so into peace I may fall?
But another option emerges only when I am trapped...
When escape is nought, however I try
I remember my tail - razor and sharp...
... perhaps it's not me who is the one who must die...
My fur is your sin
My blade - retribution
Your lust is offense
And your death - absolution.
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