Текст песни Pantheon - Athena's Hill

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?