I'm the voice on the radio.
I'll tell you just how you should feel...
I've got you pinned by satellite
I'll hunt you down like a fox in the field...
You might escape, but not tonight
I'd bet my life on it.
You'll feel the jaws closing on your helpless neck..
There you go again, foaming at the mouth...
and clawing at the sides of your poison well..
Squirm, you little parasite..
under the shadow of my heel.
This is a predator's life..
To me, your suffering's not real.
We've scheduled your demise
I've washed my hands of it.
I'll straighten my tie while the lion licks his lips..
There you go again, foaming at the mouth...
and clawing at the sides of your poison well..
You can pretend you're safe, locked inside your house.
But, I'm everywhere and there's no way out..
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