Gary Numan The Hunter
Im in a big clean room
Theres blood on my shirt
Im in bad shape from the crash
Now I know its all over
Now I know its all over you
Somethings wrong.
Now I know its all over
Now I know the hunters you
Oh you have the face
But I have the pictures
A secondhand love in a dying machine
This game turns me cold
I could show you some things
A child with a ghost in her eyes cries for me
We break out
And we break out hungry
Were looking for the priest
And were looking for you
I cant believe the noise
Theres nothing I can do
Well never get out of here alive
Somethings wrong
I cant believe it.
