Late within the somber hours
The hunt
I've leaped into the odd dance
I can smell their sweat;
See through their dark and vivid stares
And the one prey, only to take
Sing the words of your vanity
Display your freedom
Like a cheap commodity
Keep stepping on the trap;
Gamble your life with the wolf pack
You won't have the final word
It's so clear you can't see
Your excessive pride made you mindless
Defenseless
I can smell the fire, I can smell the burn
Run sweet little prey, before your end comes