Facing every window, 'round every corner

TV eyes are up and running, no one's gonna tell

why nothing's ever sacred, nothing's ever private

Everything's exposed and all our values shot to hell



But no one seens to know which reality to show

Hunted, we're hunted down



Catching any moment, taping every sentence,

watching from above - some kind of legalized abuse

Any given second, every sungle minute

analyzed, categorized for any later use



Still no one seems to know which reality to show

Hunted, we're hunted down

Hunted, I'm hunted down