Im in a big clean room
Theres blood on my shirt
Im in bad shape from the crash

Now I know its all over
Now I know its all over you
Somethings wrong.
Now I know its all over
Now I know the hunters you

Oh you have the face
But I have the pictures
A secondhand love in a dying machine

This game turns me cold
I could show you some things
A child with a ghost in her eyes cries for me

We break out
And we break out hungry
Were looking for the priest
And were looking for you

I cant believe the noise
Theres nothing I can do
Well never get out of here alive

Somethings wrong
I cant believe it.