THE DEAR HUNTER – City Escape

Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history, revealling thoughts of mystery
In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlot’s life

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Free, pardoned by the flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets
In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains

Places, people, the stage is set
Places, people, the stage is set

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

THE DEAR HUNTER – But There’s Wolves?

Wide smiles bearing teeth,
Can’t fake what’s underneath,
‘Cause I don’t want to waste any time.

You’ve got crooked speak,
Broke words from suffering,
But I don’t mean to make any lies.

I’m not waiting, no, not waiting here!
Ankles bound to cinders watch them burn!

You’ve got rare appeal,
With conscience atrophied,
‘Cause you don’t need to waste any time.

But I’m not the kind to wait,
Modeled to instigate,
But always end up towing the line.

I’m not waiting, no, not waiting here!
Ankles bound to cinders watch them burn!

In just a moment we can let it all decay,
Or we could just step right on into the sun.
Don’t shutter, own it or you’ll find out any moment,
That you lost it all before it’s begun!

THE DEAR HUNTER – Battesimo Del Fuoco

Believe you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother near.
To death and life, both hand in hand,
A failed life exposed the man
Who led her off into the flame
To cast her back to hell again.

But, hear you me, the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof.
Unto the lake, beyond the tree,
The child waits, alone is he.

The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains

THE DEAR HUNTER – A Sua Voz

I’m calling out your name,
can you really hear me?
Do these words still feel the same?
The timbre of your voice
is losing its clarity,
is feigning transparency.

But I am struggling to keep
my heart from failing,
but every time I do I find my body caving in
and my mind just melts away.

I guess I shouldn’t blame you
for being ambiguous.
I know that its innocent, but you
are keeping me from building something intimate.
But I’ll never give in if you want me to.

THE DEAR HUNTER – A Sea Of Solid Earth

Alarming awe
rushed through my bones
compelling me to the unknown.

I took a step,
one step too far.
I felt no ground,
beneath my feet.
No familiar feeling
was leading me,
just hallow charm
pushing me along.

A final breath with tongue in cheek
crossed the sun with sullen speak.
Make no mistake, it weights on me.
The choice is made
echo and ring.

The walls are humming
with a soft suspicious song,
suggesting that I’ve been mistaken all along,
but the words become deformed
while the notes fall and distort.

THE DEAR HUNTER – A Curse Of Cynicism

It’s a curse in a cycle of misbelief,
and it keeps on happening.
A tradition, a trail of deceit.
I never stopped and questioned,
“Why is it so damned hard to find
anyone who can get behind
such a simple plot?”
Keep your eye on the prize.

Think what you want.
Believe what you think.
Know what you believe
’cause it’s all misconceived.
And I asked you for nothing.
Nothing but, “Why?”
“Because” isn’t an answer,
it’s just a reply.

It’s a cure. A disciple of belief
and it keeps you here with me,
and it keeps on happening.
And I never meant to kill the prize
like an unreliable fire.
Anyone can get behind,
“keep your eye on the prize.”

I am cynical.
It’s a curse.

I am cynical.
I have nothing you want.
Take everything.
Don’t leave anything.
Hollow me.
Take the core.
Leave nothing at all.
I am cynical.
Nothing left.

THE CRANBERRIES – Show Me The Way

Show me to the end of the night
Show me to the end of the day
Show me to the end of tomorrow
(tomorrow)
Show to me the path I should take
Show to me the choice I should make
Show me direction
(direction)

Show me the way [x8]
Show me today

And if I ever lose my way
If I ever go astray
Show me direction
(direction)
Take me to the darkest hour
Show to me the strenght and power
Give me the key

Show me the way [x8]
Too late…

THE DEAR HUNTER – Crow And Crackle

The Crow and Cackle of persistent innocence.
Elated in argument.
I’m empty and wondering
if you’re only saying what I wanted you to say.

Cause you’re only saying
what I wanted to say.

So I’ll just wait until our time
Slips through the cracks
fall to the ground
shattering. I’ll just keep
waiting for something to improve.
Something to move ahead.

Cause I’m only saying
what you wanted me to say.

The slow and steady sound of silence
hunts us down.
I’m empty and wondering
what you sent me, what you’re offering.