The suspense is killing me 
I can hardly wait to see- 
The expression on your face 
the moment that you realize that your plan had no teeth. 

I don't want this, no I won't be hunted anymore 
It's time to leave this existential revolving door 

Waiting out here in the snow- 
it blanketed the needles that cover the forest floor 
I desire to know, everything everything, everything, I know there's more... 

I don't want this, no I won't be hunted anymore 
It's time to leave this existential revolving door! 

If it's a game, I hope you've had your fill 
My mind you know you spilled, over Athena's Hill 
And I abate, yet I remember still...your face 
Or have I fallen ill?