[Music and lyrics: Chris Lykins]
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The sun is down, the light go on
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A glass and concrete hell
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The beast aroused, begins to prowl
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Aware of every smell
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He notes perfume in the air
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Sees footprints in the dust
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Woman's blood upon the ground
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A victim of his lust
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[Chorus:]
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He can't resist their call
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His night will be their last
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Sworn to have them all
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A product of the past
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Beaten at an early age
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A scared and confused child
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Fierce revenge on womanhood
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Makes mother's wrath seem mild
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Every night tortured sleep
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No one there to care
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Outcast of society
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Trapped inside his lair
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[Repeat chorus]
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[1st solo: Rick]
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[2nd solo: Chris]
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Something more than animal
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Yet something less than man
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Striking fear in women's hearts
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A sick and twisted plan
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Stalking every unlit street
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Searching for his prey
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Stranger to compassion
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Now violence is his way
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[Repeat chorus]
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Product Of The Past
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| Atrophy |
