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No need waiting

You should just be prepared

In the shadows

Lurking in the grass beware

Run little rabbit run

Run little rabbit run

Run little rabbit run

Run little rabbit run

For your life

This world will surely kill you now

Take your little feet cut them off

On a keychain

A trophy for the one who made your death

This is the way our life goes

Survival of the fittest remains the end goal

Run little rabbit run

Run little rabbit run

Run little rabbit run

Run little rabbit run

For your life

Chewed up in the mouth

Spitting your bones back to the plate

Picking out the buck shot in your remaining meat

Fur in their teeth

This world is a

Vulture predatory land of the blessed

Death is the only reprieve

From this life of pure shit

Die and become free