Name it
Tame it
Give it a head and aim at it
Frame it
Blame it
Give it a death
No
Wait a minute
Big game became somehow a part of yourself
So think if it's good for our health
To shoot a piece of self
Lately everything I do just feels like a charade
I'm an empty shell dissolving
Slowly going insane
And I haven't felt empowered by a song in fucking ages
I'm too busy tracking traces from the rusty cages
They ain't all bad
I know Rex and Dreadnought always have my back
I can learn from the rest but
Fuck the raptors
Carno
Mosa
Dilopho
Man I just want myself back