The Hunter

I'm in a big clean room
There's blood on my shirt
I'm in bad shape from the crashNow I know it's all over
Now I know it's all over you
Something's wrong.
Now I know it's all over
Now I know the hunter's youOh you have the face
But I have the pictures
A secondhand love in a dying machineThis game turns me cold
I could show you some things
A child with a ghost in her eyes cries for meWe break out
And we break out hungry
We're looking for the priest
And we're looking for youI can't believe the noise
There's nothing I can do
We'll never get out of here aliveSomething's wrong
I can't believe it.