Stalking and hiding and planning to win taking them all on his own scheming and building and thinking to win how can he beat them alone planning his
Teeth grind down the last bite the victims last breath drawn tonight the bitting the tearing of the flesh the moment he's ready to strike eyes of hatred
survive through a lifeless life to the ends of the earth they have the will to fight marching victorious four corners of the world life on earth behind
One day soon I'm gonna run off the edge of the world 'cos my cries for help and my pleas cannot be heard mine ain't the only voice in the chorus of gloom