Bodysnatcher The Maker Lyrics

We've fallen on wretched times
All hope is erased
This curse known as mankind
Is laid to waste

A modern evil, vile creatures roaming free
An evolution of malice and morbid disease
Fire and brimstone
An enemy without a face
Guilty but can't be gutted
Hunters become the hunted

Hunters become the hunted
Erase them

Cro-Magnon
Bred from a violent nature
Cro-Magnon Dragging bodiеs to their graves
You will nevеr be safe
You will never be safe

Deemed a threat to authority
Born in the wrong century
A method shunned from society
Return to primitive savagery

(Cro-Magnon)

Are you scared?
Are you scared?
Are you scared?
You f*cking should be

I'm your f*cking maker, meet me
I'm your f*cking maker, meet me