The Kill

Laid back as a cat licking paws contently another vicious victory that mean little to me for I am used to towering over carcasses of fools they call me an old wiser miser that can only bear bad news In thus I thrust all my faith at thee for you have saved me just a time or three for you erased me as quickly as we met do you really expect for me to just forget What is the rut that I am hiding in once again I begin to claw my way within a place I lay dormant until my name is spoken then sly as the cat I leave a window open for my escape when the going gets too tough for I am just an animal that primed in for his cut