Blue Montague - Hunter and the Prey Lyrics

Stand atop the broken staircase in my head
These thoughts streamline a faint redemption
But my lady is calling me to bed
We can't relinquish
Dreams that burden us but we carry on
Is what's left
Is what's done is done
We may never know

Look up the lights are flashing, burning red
Through these crystalline connections
My heart pulsates with ecstasy but
A retraction of my former self consumes me
I cannot reach for what's mine
But let alone Lord sue me

I can't resits it
It's right there in front of me
Like a needle in my arm the bullets drawn
Woud you
Let it consume me

Repel this anchor
Break apart my soul and feed me
To the wolves of our own indulgence babe
Like a master to it's puppet
Captivate my spirit slowly
Fallen guilty to the hunter
For are we the prey
For are we the prey

Lust slowly for a crimson's autumn bliss
The soften yellows melt along the shore of pastel oil prints but
My senses dull as I succumb to an enigmatic phrase
We fall asleep in a life that lies awake
Just put these vices away

I can't resits it
It's right there in front of me
Like a needle in my arm the bullets drawn
Would you
Let it consume me babe

Repel this anchor
Break apart my soul and feed me
To the wolves of our own indulgence babe
Like a master to it's puppet
Captivate my spirit slowly
Fallen guilty to the hunter
For are we the prey
For are we the prey

I can't resits it
It's right there in front of me
Like a needle in my arm the bullets drawn
Would you

Let it consume me babe

Repel this anchor
Break apart my soul and feed me
To the wolves of our own indulgence babe
Like a master to it's puppet
Captivate my spirit slowly
Fallen guilty to the hunter
For are we the prey (For are we the prey)
For are we the prey (For are we the prey)
For are we the prey (For are we the prey)
For are we the prey (For are we the prey)

As our wounded souls converge
We walk through this hollowed life together
Heart in hand, my palms stained with the liquid which once nourished the skin which I now so dearly detest
Victims of this dangerous game
We have martyred one another like those of a Veronese tragedy
I remain with a yearning in the depths of my being
Fraught with this evil passion which plagues me
Fear me for not who I am
But for what I am not
For what then are we