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This was written one night when I felt like HUNTING.
I was restless and feeling aggressive and my hormones were raging.
I've got the music in my head, I should transcribe it.
Black of the night. No use to fight.
She's out there somewhere, I know that I'm right.
Out of the darkness, I move slow and sure.
Seeking my prey, 'cause there isn't a cure.
CHORUS:
Aggres-sive feelings.
I know that it's wrong but it feels oh so right.
Aggres-sive feelings.
Course through my veins as I move through the night.
Resisting the call. It's no use at all.
Pushing and pulling it knows that I'll fall.
I come to the place. Walk in through the door.
It's swelling within me as I cross the floor.
(CHORUS)
And then suddenly, she comes up to me.
A sweet little victim. It's too late to flee.
We talk for a while, then walk out the door.
It's swelling within me as I cross the floor.
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS again, fading)
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