Tropic Blunder

You're hearing whispers from the demon
But all you see are it's eyes
But if it bleeds, this you know,
You know it can die

Killing machine from beyond this world
Hunting men for sport
Tearing the flesh and the skin from their bodies
Suicide your only resort

There are no bounds to its level of violence
A walking nightmare that you cannot see
Killing both friend and foe
Bloody corpses hanging from trees

You're being stalked by the demon
The smell of death clings to the air

You're being stalked by the demon
Feel the gaze of its disembodied stares

Raining hellfire, gripping death in your hands
Level all that stands in front of you, the living be damned

Ripping through the jungle
A deadly visage
Man is its plaything
A weapon of precision

Refusing to surrender, knowing only how to fight
Primal lust for survival, live by the knife

Survival of the fittest, until your species is laid to rest



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Clarke Franklin, Mathew Taylor Pierce, Stein Olaf Hansen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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