What without will be left
What lift out for the next?
Something doubt a re-live
Nothing clouds, only grim
Love without, only whim
Running out, running thin
Hunting, outgunning them
Dumping rounds, fronting fib

Hundred thou' for me neck
Coming down for the check
Hundred thou' for me neck
Run it down, nothing left

Grunts seep out from the vents
Huffing clouds of the scent
I'm shutting down, turn me in
Hundred thou for me neck

Hundred thou' for me neck
Coming down for the check
Hundred thou' for me neck
Run it down, nothing left

Hundred thou' for me neck
Coming down for the check
Hundred thou' for me neck
Shutting down, turn me in