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Zakas - Tranq. Dart Cheetah can't outrun metal bird in the sky, `cause there's nowhere to hide from a sharpshooter's eye. I felt a sting, my visions getting dim. Everything's slow motion, shapes are moving in. I can see, but I cannot feel. Will I be, someone elses meal? My body's numb and my minds enraged, paralyzed, defenseless, locked up in a cage. Loaded on a truck, destination unknown. Far away from this hunting ground I used to call home. I can see, but I cannot feel. Will I be, someone else's meal? |
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