I Never Went Hunting

I am the serpent in your atmosphere
Presenting teeth to make holes in your skin
You walk with giants over this town
Blind to forecasts or what lies within
Caught off guard by the colours and scents
Fake a smile, I could show you the world
Ever proud that you'd succumb to my charm
Said the catch to the eager remains

The perfect frame that I know that you are
Hates everything you assume that I am
Take the man I'll never be
Make him proud, set him free
Hold his eyes tight in your hands
Keep him from the best laid of your plans
Watch him writhe on the floor
As you make your last score

Misdirected by the stories they've heard
A clash of words with experiences
A throwaway look becomes that
Sense of abandonment

I fall down, you're broken

The perfect frame that I know that you are
Hates everything you assume that I am
Take the man I'll never be
Make him proud, set him free
Hold his eyes tight in your hands
Keep him from the best laid of your plans
Watch him writhe on the floor
As you make your last score

I fall down and now you're broken
This place is no longer your home
Brace for this crash, it will hit you
That you don't need me, you don't need me

The perfect frame that I know that you are
Hates everything you assume that I am
Take the man I'll never be
Make him proud, set him free
Hold his eyes tight in your hands
Keep him from the best laid of your plans
Watch him writhe on the floor
As you make your last score

The perfect frame that I know that you are
Hates everything you assume that I am
Take the man I'll never be
Make him proud, set him free
Hold his eyes tight in your hands
Keep him from the best laid of your plans
Watch him writhe on the floor
As you head for the door



Credits
Writer(s): William Purcell, Richard William Steadman, Iain Gorrie, Leopold O''brien
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