Fox:
war whooping/ chest boom/ fist/ any offering less than this primal plumage from a raptor is dismissed/ tore through the crux of your history/ my claws got stuck in your ancestor’s gore crush bone and splintering / Advance! Attack! Engage! / battle rage the frayed light that shines between slits inside this bamboo cage/ Escape! Escape!/ ran towards the rank scent of dead ranks felled beside the essence of my blade/ to find life’s lust spayed/ would end in tufts of unraveled scalp and rough necks filleted/ self-image on a roasting spit/self-described derelict/ delighted at the slightest outcry from the inflicted/vicious is vigor/don’t even need a trigger/ gouge out your cross-haired scopes with simple fingers/
thumbpush eyeball explode/a dead fox has no use for sight/ don’t deny you hear the tongue when it’s exposed/ Inside voices shout,
“I’ve been here since dawn and waiting this day’s too long time to get the fuck out!”/return the shelling/ ‘til neither friend of foe shown can discern dust from wellspring (blow it all to hell)/ barely amazed/ the savage is suppressed and every bloody field is razed and paved/ what the fuck am I supposed to hunt, every last daughter and mother cunt accessorizes on the battlefront?/ flash cooked fast consume/ blasted tomb, writhing live-wires bloom/ ignite clouds and mushrooms and/ I/just/ love it/ walking beneath the long arm of the law while it reaches me from above it/ grabbing my balls kinking the hose; potential potency to undermine homogenized enterprises on doping sprees

Riff:
aftershock/ shellacked white flag wave paradox/ Manhattan Project light change the colors of camouflage/ Today’s news, tempers through the roof/ talking heads walking dead thinking caps ain’t bulletproof/ membranes maimed (broke) by bayonet deepthroat/
napalm spray ignite shotgun barrel weed smoke/ my major malfunction nothingness to morality/ all out the window on some “that's the bad guy” technicality/ shitrolls downhill grunt bloodstain the sand/ P.O.Dub shackled up by the chain of command/ stand on front lines with “yo bro shoot em up action guys”/and have every DJ in freedom country sampling the battle cries/ who’s the mastermind that signed off on operation “never stopped to think”/ that swords got the power once the mighty pen runs out of ink/ think tanks implode/ siege mode/ hunt human season/ security breaching, creeping, file deleting/ HIGH TREASON/ bite the bullet/ prosthetic face defy the cold clutch of speaking/ whiskey bottle crutch to become invisible/ haunted by visuals of past life getting back at you out of principal/ warlord of sorts forcible entry cortex/ the eyes of a dead fox twisting necks with vortexes/ from a hymnal at the foot of the nexus, it goes

Bow before the unwashed godhead obelisk
Find the highest order and topple it
From the apex, Predator
Prodigal from the apex
Prodigal apex predator