Burn all the religions
obliterate your outdated philosophies
my head is spinning with all this nonesense
and I don't know where to run,
and I know damned well I cannot hide,
I'm just a hungry hunter looking for
this mythic beast called truth.
You speak of liberation
or you speak of eternal bliss
you speak of finding peace in the fact
that our fate is little more wormfood,
that we'll die and burn in the flames of forever
or acend to some heavenly abode with
the maker of all this mahem
loose our egos, merge with the one true mind
or pop out of existence, nothing but an epiphenomenon
or incarnate on and on and on forever
or until we pop out of existence
for one reason or another.
I tried finding my own way.
I tried reading into and out of your
bullshit at every angle.
I tried to stay away.
I tried to rape all that was sacred.
I'm still not getting it.
Still not getting it.
Still empty handed.
This hunter's still hungry,
this hunter, he's so fucking thirsty,
readied arrows, loaded weapons,
been chasing shadows all around this
wicked, twisting, endless forest
too long, too long,
still no fucking answers.
This hunters bloody raving frustrated,
every idea seems so outdated.
I'd sacrifice every lie I ever knew
for something new, if not the truth.
Cross off another possibility.
These whys are such a waste of time.
How do I satisfy my mind?
These whys are such a waste of time.
The hunter's getting pissed off.
The hunter's getting pissed off.
obliterate your outdated philosophies
my head is spinning with all this nonesense
and I don't know where to run,
and I know damned well I cannot hide,
I'm just a hungry hunter looking for
this mythic beast called truth.
You speak of liberation
or you speak of eternal bliss
you speak of finding peace in the fact
that our fate is little more wormfood,
that we'll die and burn in the flames of forever
or acend to some heavenly abode with
the maker of all this mahem
loose our egos, merge with the one true mind
or pop out of existence, nothing but an epiphenomenon
or incarnate on and on and on forever
or until we pop out of existence
for one reason or another.
I tried finding my own way.
I tried reading into and out of your
bullshit at every angle.
I tried to stay away.
I tried to rape all that was sacred.
I'm still not getting it.
Still not getting it.
Still empty handed.
This hunter's still hungry,
this hunter, he's so fucking thirsty,
readied arrows, loaded weapons,
been chasing shadows all around this
wicked, twisting, endless forest
too long, too long,
still no fucking answers.
This hunters bloody raving frustrated,
every idea seems so outdated.
I'd sacrifice every lie I ever knew
for something new, if not the truth.
Cross off another possibility.
These whys are such a waste of time.
How do I satisfy my mind?
These whys are such a waste of time.
The hunter's getting pissed off.
The hunter's getting pissed off.
