| Sh-sh-sh-sh, they’re near
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| Listen, they can detect fear
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| Like sizzling bacons and eggs
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| We’re next on the breakfast menu, I thus
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| Am sensing some ennui, 'cause
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| There’s a funny running through my tummy
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| And I really don’t reckon it’s appendicitis
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| Ready to get in a fight, thrust
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| And break something off like a fresh baked pie crust
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| Tireless when I bust spineless dinos up
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| With mindless violence
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| Look, I’ve got the minds touch
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| Each type of life that I touch is a pile of dust
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| You might rise up like Lazarus
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| But you can’t Hyde, I’ll find you, trust
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| I’m biased against a Goliath
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| Wiping him out like a pest or a virus
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| You’ll never survive unless you’re as clever as Caira
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| And you ain’t, I bet you a fiver
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| My Trapper will track you to base
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| Even if it’s deep as a trap track packed full of bass
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| I’m cracking ahead
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| Cracking a Kraken in the head, he’s lacking the cred
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| Man, I’m back in your ends and attacking your nest, so you’ll have to defend it
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| My manner and method of wrecking your plans like a Gent is actually splendid
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| That Chap’s too cray, tell 2K
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| Pulling your cranium off like a toupée
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| Keeping up appearances
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| And insist on pronouncing bucket as bouquet
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| True say
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| Don’t get involved in Evolve
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| If your soul isn’t wholly controlled
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| To revolve round the goal
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| Ripping holes into all you behold
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| Keep it cold, you’ve been told
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| Said, don’t get involved in Evolve
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| If your soul isn’t wholly controlled
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| To revolve round the goal
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| Ripping holes into all you behold
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| Keep it cold, you’ve been told
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| Don’t say you haven’t been
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| Because you obviously have |