Less Art Diana The Huntress Lyrics

Two shots to the back of his head
And the wounded
Bus driver bleeds
All over his seat
Before dying in the streets
And then, on the following day
On the same route
It happened again
As the local paper
Received her message
And this is what it said:

'You think we are weak
But we are strong
I am an instrument
For those who cannot speak
People know we've suffered
Still no one defends us
We can no longer ignore
These acts that enrage us”

Diana the Huntress
She is an instrument
Of vengeance
To the monsters
That are men

Two shots
To the back of his head
And the murdered
But driver lies
In a pool of his own blood
And then, on the following day
On the same route
It happened again
And witnesses
Noticed the blonde wig
While making her escape
From the crime scene

Diana the Huntress
She is an instrument
Of vengeance
To the monsters
That are men

Where the police do nothing
In a city that doesn't care
She strikes the ego of man
Their blood runs through the street
And then she speaks
She says: I am an instrument
This is a warning to those that think
We are weak