Late within the somber hours The hunt I've leaped into the odd dance I can smell their sweat; See through their dark and vivid stares And the one prey, only to take Sing the words of your vanity Display your freedom Like a cheap commodity Keep stepping on the trap; Gamble your life with the wolf pack You won't have the final word It's so clear you can't see Your excessive pride made you mindless Defenseless I can smell the fire, I can smell the burn Run sweet little prey, before your end comes