Can you see them dash your way? They hunt in pack, they're on their way They track you down, bleed you, skin you Invite you to their feast They chew you up and spit you out in their own image Driven by greed, sensing your need
Slowly you turn into what you were not Predators sick, corrupt and broken Forced to endure, forced to adapt Darwinism into reverse gear Slowly but steadily you die
Do I see you turn this way? Shedding your prey’s skin The hunter cloak is on Smell the blood, stalk the weaklings The taste of iron in your watering mouth The look of deceit in your greedy eyes And the claws to haul me from my lair
Slowly you turn into what you were not Predators sick, corrupt and broken Forced to endure, forced to adapt Darwinism into reverse gear Slowly but steadily you die
Logic in reverse gear. Regress!
Lamarck, Darwin, Watson, Creek Your helix defines my personality Your helix defies my paranoiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
