Its funny when time stays still.
When you start to feel the wind rushing from the ancient windmill.
When the predator goes in for the kill.
Don’t look behind you now because I see that you’re feeling a chill.
You better run from creatures like me when you hear the shrill.
I do this because I have to but now I do it for the thrill.
You have no idea what world you’re stepping into.
You can’t survive if you don’t dominate like we do.
It’s not fate, it’s the feeling of deja vù.
Walk with me and you’ll be the luckiest victim this world ever knew.
But if you choose to run to your own demise then that’s up to you.
