Hunting Season Songtext
von Grove Street

Alright

Can′t be making mistakes
Been defined by the ones I've made
No room to grow, no leaf to turn
Digging up the dirt, just to bury and burn

Realize, be at peace
Criticized, I′ve been forced to cease
No second chance to show change
Cursed by the error of my ways

The error of my ways

Scared to improve by the fear of failure
Gotta get it right first time
One in the clip and one in the chamber
Gotta get it right first time


I can't believe what I can't see
Sharp daggers hiding behind pearl teeth
Accused, confused
Bring the hammer down
Invent the truth
Blindsided ignorance
Tip the scale of your indifference

Scared to improve by the fear of failure
Gotta get it right first time
One in the clip and one in the chamber
Somebody set me free

Once the damage is done
And you carry the mark
There′s nowhere to turn
And you′re left in the dark
If hate is the problem
Absolution is right
True colors shine in the absence of light
Motherfucker