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Stalking his prey |
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He prepares for the ambush |
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I hear his steps |
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But without trepidation |
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Hyper aware |
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I will strike back |
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When he brandished the blade |
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Gave his intentions away |
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Back to the wall, I have no choice |
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It's time to fight or die |
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I will respond with overwhelming force |
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A switch turns on and I must survive |
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Fearless resolve |
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As I spring into action |
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Quickly disarm |
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And remove his advantage |
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Only one thing on my mind |
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Stop his attack |
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Now he's on the defense |
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Momentum is shifting my way |
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A savage brawl, I hear his voice |
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Pure terror in his cries |
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Break his balance, slam him to the ground |
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Following through to stay alive |
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Landing multiple bowls |
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The blood is starting to spray |
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Will not stop till I am sure |
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The threat has been put down |
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Raining with forearm thrusts |
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Torrents of blood flow from his eyes |
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Bloodstained cement |
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No weakness to exploit |
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His ambush failed |
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Hammer fists break facial bones |
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Knuckles bleed from shards of teeth |
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Smash his skull onto pavement |
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Make the bastard pay |
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Don't stop until it cracks |
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And spills out his brain |
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Bloodstained cement |
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When he chose me as prey |
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A fatal mistake was made |