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 an*lyzed, 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