He will be back soon, he always does The wooden stairs crack under his steps Slow and full cruelty The permanent tic-tac, relentless and aggressive I feel so alive under the beats I wait for him patiently My wounds never have time to close Until a new awakening of the predator Erase me My soul is dead for me I can smell his putrid aroma Mixed with the wetness and filth of this place My face lies on the ground inhaling the dust My soul is dead for me Unchain the rage Meet your glance, find your weakness As you must have one Offer my body as meat and my blood as a gift A past without any trail will be mine Becoming your prey Death comes to us all We are what we are Prey erase me Bending again, wild and vulnerable according to your cynic desire Your favorite play, your animal dominance Open the case and make the puppet dance With the symphonic sounds of a distant orchestra The blood has stuck my lips but these melodies caress my wounded ears Resounding until your distrust and hunger finish me You chosen to be my guide on the fertile and erogenous fields My soul is dead for me Unchain the rage Death comes to us all
