Does it feel like the dream where you were hiding from the beast?
You can taste your blood; it's on the tip of your tongue
But I am here
I am ugly
I am here
I am hungry, and I can taste your blood. It's on the tip of my tongue
So go lick your wounds. I'll lick them too
Can you feel that sting? The uncertainty?
Does your eardrum ring now that I'm not what you believed?
You can run, but you can't hide
I'll watch you crawl inside your hole
You'll try to hide but I see you
You're full of fear, and shaking
You try to hide but I see you
There's no time for guilt when you're going in for the kill
There's no time for guilt when all you know is the kill