Let's go out and rock the town,
Blow it up and knock it down.
The girls are hunting looking for meat,
With him in my hands as a special treat.
The moon is out making us crazy,
And all I want is to hunt my baby.
Holding his heart in my hands,
Praying that this is our last stand.
Knowing the hunted want us to fall,
We go out and risk it all.
Our pack is growing looking for meat.
But the big cats know; we’ve got you beat.
This is about me and my life. It is my journey through time and space and about personal discovery. This will be triggering and hard to read, you have been warned.
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