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There's a hunter on a trail Got a track to follow There's a dust cloud, there's a tail Fill a sack with sorrow In a second: still to panic Blood turns to nitroglycerin Got him scurryin' It's a black. Back of his mind Nowhere to find place to hide or to rest Collapse to the beat of the world in his chest Can he find it? (x5) There are secrets in the hills With the furrows, brows of the motherland Omni chambers. Lots and ills From a time when they spoke of another kind of living The power to be one with the creatrix A trinity of power like a matrix In synch, this link to the source A river and its course Living water where money flows Molds the landscape to what it knows Stranger running. Running from fear Danger size never looked so clear And its faces claim to be places pure But how can a love be achieved by a warlike state When it's already in your power to be great But have to steal or appear to effect Your every act is live and direct (x4) Aus Songtexte Mania