Here we are; we meet again
You, the hunter, and I'm the game
Tell me how long I must run to keep you entertained...
You, who I don't yet trust
The hottest desert is cold at dusk
Tell me what's to come when the thrill with the kill is gone...
Though it may be the last time
Though I never had a choice
A craving I can't control
One last time, and I will go
Here we are; face to face
You, the hunter, closed in the game
Chased, conquered, I want to feed your darkest desire...
WIll you always crave this flesh
Chase is done, the sun now sets
Desert's quiet, and you're restless, cold, and hungry for more...Oh oh...
Though it may be the last time
Though I never had a choice
A craving I can't control
One last time, and I will go
Thorn Bird...Thorn Bird...
Though it will be the last time
Though I never had a choice
A craving: I lost control
But what if I love you...Oh oh oh oh oh oh...
What if I need you...Oh Oh...
What if I crave you...Oh Oh Oh...
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