The Hunt

How can you say you're sorry
When every time you smile you lied?

How can you say that promise
When your finger cross beyond your back?

Pointing finger, gun in my hand
Even if it's not mine,

Words that made me look like a fool
But not coming out from my mouth,

I don't like your game or where the page you're on right now,

Not impressed by your rules or your little perfect crime

I'm raising from the ground like sun from the east
but not going down even if it's dark.

Now that I got the key in my hand that only belong to mine

I'll be harder and build a castle from the boring  brick that you thrown on me every time 

When the drama begin to fade and the table start to turn I'll be just here to watch how karma hunt you down.