Attack

I'm on fire, my skins ablaze

My insides are screaming, but I'm not fazed

I'm here to do one thing, I'm on a fucking mission

And it needs to be done with the utmost precision

It's not a fucking joke, not anymore

There's no going back, I've already started the war

Can't turn back now, shit, I'm too deep in it

Heart's racing, the bottom of my stomach is where my anger sits

You might not see it now, but you will soon enough

I'm in it to win it, anyone in my path i'll be quick to rebuff

You made me this way, a  leopard in its stance of defense

waiting, preying, my back straight, my shoulders tense

No one will see it coming, the soul fact

So, get ready, be prepared, 

for when I attack. 

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