The Hunt

Precociously, ferociously
Your eyes hunt down my weakness
Subconsciously, responsibly
Your eyes hunt down my sickness
And every time we fall
We take a small part of
Each other's soul, we know
We can't keep this up anymore

Unknowingly, forgivably
My eyes search for an outlet
Like antiquity, or lost equity
My eyes look for the regret
And every time we rise
We leave a small part of
Each other's soul, we know
We must keep this up evermore



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Turner
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