I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well.
Your mouth was on fire and bone sore.
I know you dug for years below the ground.
(x2)
You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights.
In an instant your predator hands reached to the throat.
I knew you were waiting to die the whole time.
Your legs they swung for hours in semi-spires.
(x2)
You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights.
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