Lyrics Mongrel - Gazelle Twin

Mongrel

Caste your eye for they’ve designed
The sharpened fang, a friendly face
Caste your eye for they’ve designed
The sharpened fang, a single race
Licking their wounds when they have confrontations
Special kind of vitriol or is it subliminal?
Puffing up their chest because they have big aspirations
Is it sentimental?
Is it not just criminal?
I’m not ready to forget this
I’m not ready to accept this
I’m not ready
Watch your back for they’ll recruit
The quiet ones at summer fetes
Watch your back for they’ll recruit
The quiet ones with silent hate
What species is this?
What century?
I’m too tired to protest this
But i’m too worried I’ll regret this
I’m not ready to accept this
Ready
What species is this?
What century?
What species is this?
What species is this?
What species is this?
What century?
Caste your eye for they’ve designed
The sharpened fang, a friendly face
Caste your eye for they’ve designed
The sharpened fang, a single race
Licking their wounds when they have confrontations
Special kind of vitriol or is it subliminal?
Puffing up their chest because they have big aspirations
Is it sentimental?
Is it not just criminal?
I’m not ready to forget this
I’m not ready to accept this