| I roam the streets at night, stalk my prey
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| Watch your back, nobody’s safe
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| You won’t make it to the grave
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| You can scream, you won’t be saved
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| Just the echoes, cries and moans
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| All I leave is blood and bones
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| Closer to death, considered fresh
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| I crave for the taste of flesh
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| Carnivorous, and it’s God will
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| For me to live I have to kill
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| Sacrifices made each week
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| Strip the carcass, eat the meat
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| Digest these bones, kill, repeat
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| Digest these bones, kill, repeat
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| As savage as this all may seem
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| I am called a human being
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| Carnivore
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| Carnivore
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| Carnivore
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| Carnivore
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| Bloodthirsty, some may say
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| I have always been this way
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| Watched my mother clean a fish
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| Gut a chicken, make a dish
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| I eat life to stay alive
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| Even plants are still alive
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| Carnivorous, I don’t lie
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| Beware of me, I will survive
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| Carnivore
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| Carnivore
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| City streets are my domain
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| Gut the victims, bleed the veins
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| Nightly news gives my report
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| Sometimes I just kill for sport
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| Black or white, I have no race
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| Double barrel to your face
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| Leave you lying on your back
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| I am known to roam in packs
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| Ever since the birth of man
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| Humans died by human hands
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| Swords, bullets, guns and knives
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| Armies, countries, gangs and tribes
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| Barbaric wars of mega death
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| Animals that stand erect
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| Murder and we lust for more
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| Yes, I am a carnivore |