Hunter (Hunted Version)

I dress myself in leather With flowers in my hair The red light of the window Nothing can compare One more taste One more time One more time I open the door wide I wanted to survive Nothing lasts Nothing lasts The bodies and the rhythm And flowers in my hair The red light on the leather Nothing will compare And now I want to play Now I want to play One more taste One more time I opened the door, wide I wanted to survive Nothing lasts Nothing lasts Nothing lasts Nothing lasts