Song Lyrics
Now on her terrain, split-second opportunity
The wind in my face, now on her terrain, recoil echoes
Paralyzed prey, behold a beastly roar
paralyzed prey
Split-second opportunity, when the tables turn, split-second opportunity
You re fucked, assure my timings right
Behold a beastly roar, monstrous brute closes in, staying out of sight
blood marked
See your own soul, flesh ripped to shreds
Monstrous brute closes in, heart fills with dread, crawling through the brush
Your chances made poor, paralyzed prey Rot, and you become the game
Look into them, when the tables turn, her nose has made your scent
Split-second opportunity, your chances made poor
Deep empty eyes, paralyzed prey, crawling through the brush
Staying out of sight, flesh ripped to shreds
heart fills with dread
paralyzed prey
Heart fills with dread, crawling through the brush
my target zeroed in
The beast can t be tamed, split-second opportunity
Blood marked, look into them Rot, her nose has made your scent
you re fucked
and you become the game
Monstrous brute closes in, now on her terrain Rot, and you become the game
The beast can t be tamed, and it s out to maim Prey, when the tables turn
The beast can t be tamed, and it s out to maim
Deep empty eyes, staying out of sight, paralyzed prey
The wind in my face, heart fills with dread Paralyzed, flesh ripped to shreds
Deep empty eyes, and you become the game
your chances made poor
and you become the game
split-second opportunity
My target zeroed in, her nose has made your scent
Paralyzed prey, paralyzed prey, paralyzed prey
Her nose has made your scent, behold a beastly roar
recoil echoes
You re fucked, flesh ripped to shreds
Flesh ripped to shreds, her nose has made your scent
Crawling through the brush, bullet pierces skin, see your own soul
Crawling through the brush, crawling through the brush
staying out of sight
Paralyzed prey, bullet pierces skin, you re fucked
Now on her terrain, paralyzed prey, assure my timings right
Heart fills with dread, monstrous brute closes in
Look into them, the wind in my face
Your chances made poor, assure my timings right Prey, see your own soul
Your chances made poor, the beast can t be tamed