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Up your head, on the roofs

I observe you all, I choose my target

No weapons to prepare, no strategies to plan

I simply fall on my victim and bite him to death

Without arms, without legs

Without weapons, just my head

I fly down from the roof and he doesn't know that i'm near

I stick to his head and start biting him from the ear

He begins to scream and I bite his mouth away

He begins to agitate and I cut his arms away

He thinks he can leave me behind running away so fast

But I'll chase him on the floor rolling in the dust

Biting him in the ankles I cripple and bring him down

Continue to bite him 'til in his blood is drown

Up your head, on the roofs

I observe you all, I choose my target

No weapons to prepare, no strategies to plan

I simply fall on my victim and bite him to death

Without arms, without legs

Without weapons, just my head