Texty: Gary Numan. Berserker. The Hunter.

I'm in a big clean room
There's blood on my shirt
I'm in bad shape from the crash


Now I know it's all over
Now I know it's all over you
Something's wrong.
Now I know it's all over
Now I know the hunter's 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
We're looking for the priest
And we're looking for you


I can't believe the noise
There's nothing I can do
We'll never get out of here alive


Something's wrong
I can't believe it.