The Predator Songtext
von Utopia Now

The sun set on the millenium
And it didn′t mean a thing
The morning was only an abstractum
As was all that it would bring

But the predator smells the wound that bleeds
Our possibilities are that on which it feeds
And the dejection the frenzy breeds
Is a mode of living

The show flew by in the blink of an eye
Episodes without a theme
Windows collapsed and ambitions died
On the quest for episteme


But the predator smells the wound that bleeds
And our alacrity is that on which it feeds
And the dejection the frenzy breeds
Is a mode of living

As the noose is tightening
The booze is fighting off the truth
At least for a second of hollow bliss
Pharos is crumbling
Pythia is mumbling
And we are stumbling through the valley of hopelessness

And so the predator smells the wound that bleeds
And bitter apathy is the state it breeds
And I hope this will never be your mode of living
Cause that's my mode of living