Ligaments and limbs are the first things to fall
This ground holds no peace, travelling vibrations of your howl
The make and the brake, lies in the chase
Survival of the fittest, you dictate

I start my movement, follows the blood stained teeth from your last feed
With that I’m to be aware - this is not hunger this is greed
The make and the brake, lies in the chase
Survival of the fittest, you dictate

Inside my head,
Inside my head,
All I hear is

Don’t let these boys
Lose their cool
They are just running from another one like you

I’m trapped in your hold, begging for you to let me go
But mercy is no friend of yours, you would not let your prey slow
The make and the brake, lies in the chase
Survival of the fittest, you dictate

Inside my head,
All I hear is

You need an outside perspective
To see how far you’ve fallen now
A catalyst of burning desire
Replicates your heart’s fire
A world of spinning heads
Demonstrates my mind’s clarity
I need a space; a distance between us
Inside my head, inside my head,
All I hear is

Don’t let these fools
Lose their cool
They are just running from another one like you