The Hunt from SEN HORX by SEN HORX
Tracklist
| 4. | The Hunt | 3:03 |
Lyrics
She is flesh and bone and air
as she steadily head home,
morning air cold, first light is born
and she walks.
She is dream and blood and ink
as the pack slowly closes in
-an illusion. They’re approaching.
Under the blunt artificial lights
her shadow paints the floor,
and she feels their breath
hot upon her neck.
Fingers crossed
on her back,
wishing to get home.
Souls are black,
she pretends
for tomorrow.
Cars pass along,
we look away
history repeats itself:
our silence builds a wall
and behind it
the wolfpack keeps hiding.
How many more
have to walk home
keys as fingers
-cold metal pressed against their palms;
how many more have to die?
Some say
she should’ve stayed home,
she should’ve stayed safe,
she would’ve lived a full life,
afraid.
