Name it Tame it Give it a head and aim at it Frame it Blame it Give it a death No Wait a minute Big game became somehow a part of yourself So think if it's good for our health To shoot a piece of self Lately everything I do just feels like a charade I'm an empty shell dissolving Slowly going insane And I haven't felt empowered by a song in fucking ages I'm too busy tracking traces from the rusty cages They ain't all bad I know Rex and Dreadnought always have my back I can learn from the rest but Fuck the raptors Carno Mosa Dilopho Man I just want myself back