1. |
Prowl
03:24
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Forget this city
All that’s left are walking zombies with dead eyes
Fed on by evil minds
I walk among them but I walk alone
Hiding in plain sight
A loser by day but a savior by night
Savior by night
They will never win as long as we’re still prowling. We’re still growling.
They will never win as long as we’re still prowling. We’re still growling.
Found another sinner down an alley with a knife raised to the sky
Victim alive
Before I could pounce I saw the teeth,, the blood, the terror in his eyes
How could this be?
Another one of my kind
One of my kind
They will never win as long as we’re still prowling. We’re still growling.
They will never win as long as we’re still prowling. We’re still growling.
I followed her across the rooftops.
Hiding in the shadows.
What do I say?
What do I say?
You idiot!
Finally I grabbed her shoulder and said: “Hi, wha wha what’s your name?”
And she said, “I’m your destiny”
Last of our kind
They will never win as long as we’re still prowling. We’re still growling.
They will never win as long as we’re still prowling. We’re still growling.
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2. |
Mercy
03:53
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I’ve got a secret
That I cannot tell
The kind of thing that rots your soul
And drags you down to hell
Every night when
I lay my head to rest
I cannot stop the images
From running through my head
I still see
All the blood and all the bodies
I still feel
Violence in my veins
But I know
There is glory in my story
And as long as I’m still breathing
I’ll be screaming please…
Show me your mercy
We’ve all done things
That we can’t explain
Caused a little sadness
Caused a little pain
But I’m afraid I’ve
Done a little more than that
And I’m afraid if I come clean
I’ll lose everything I have
I still see
All the blood and all the bodies
I still feel
Violence in my veins
But I know
There is glory in my story
And as long as I’m still breathing
I’ll be screaming please…
Show me your mercy
I’ll resign myself to this living hell
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3. |
Alone
03:22
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These streets
Never loved me
I was born to walk alone
Born to die along
In this city
Last of my kind
Falling behind
Why am I alive?
Never been alone. Never been alone.
Never been alone. Never been alone like this.
I am not afraid to die but I’m dying to know why I’m alive
Never been alone. Never been alone.
Never been alone. Never been alone like this.
I am not afraid to die but I’m dying to know why I’m alive
No one
Ever loved me
They were too afraid to feel
All the pain I feel
So they just showed pity
Last of my kind
Falling behind
Why am I alive?
Never been alone. Never been alone.
Never been alone. Never been alone like this.
I am not afraid to die but I’m dying to know why I’m alive
Never been alone. Never been alone.
Never been alone. Never been alone like this.
I am not afraid to die but I’m dying to know why I’m alive
Nothing that they tried would ever work on me
The doctors or the drugs or the shock therapy
They could not defeat the power of the beast inside my genes
So I was forced to fix my own catastrophe
Channeled all my rage toward authority
This is me. The righteous beast.
Never been alone. Never been alone.
Never been alone. Never been alone like this.
I am not afraid to die but I’m dying to know why I’m alive
Never been alone. Never been alone.
Never been alone. Never been alone like this.
I am not afraid to die but I’m dying to know why I’m alive
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4. |
Howl
03:21
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I sense that a part of you is scared
The way she said it felt like a dare
She said…
Time is running out for second guesses
Time is running out for standing still
Time is running out but we are ready for the kill
Time to howl
They may own our bodies
But they will never own our dreams
Who’s dreams? Our dreams
Who’s dreams? Our dreams
She whispered, “It’s time we start a war. It’s time that we pull out all their cords.”
She said…
Time is running out for second guesses
Time is running out for standing still
Time is running out but you are ready for the kill
Time to howl
They may own our bodies
But they will never own our dreams
They may own these cities
But they will never own the streets
They may own our bodies
But they will never own our dreams
Who’s dreams?
Our dreams
Who’s streets?
Our streets
They may own our bodies
But they will never own our dreams
They may own these cities
But they will never own the streets
They may own our bodies
But they will never own our dreams
Who’s dreams?
Our dreams
Who’s streets?
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