The Predator's Cry.

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(Verse 1)
You see the tears, you hear the sound,
A broken heart, it’s lying on the ground.
With trembling hands and shattered pride,
They wear the mask where the truth can hide.
But behind those eyes, there's something cold,
A twisted game that’s never told.
You’ll hold them close, you’ll take their side,
While they laugh behind their fragile guise.

(Chorus)
Oh, the predator’s cry, it echoes through the night,
Dressed in the wounds, but ready to fight.
They play the victim, but don’t you see?
They’ve got you trapped in their own deceit.
Oh, the predator’s cry, the perfect disguise,
Hiding in the shadows, feeding on lies.
You’ll never know, until it’s too late,
They’re the ones who decide your fate.

(Verse 2)
They tell a story, a sorrowed tune,
A perfect storm under a rising moon.
With every word, they twist the blame,
And you’ll never see, it’s all a game.
The sympathy pours like falling rain,
While the real truth is locked in chains.
You fight for them, you wear their scars,
But they’ve been pulling the strings from afar.

(Chorus)
Oh, the predator’s cry, it echoes through the night,
Dressed in the wounds, but ready to fight.
They play the victim, but don’t you see?
They’ve got you trapped in their own deceit.
Oh, the predator’s cry, the perfect disguise,
Hiding in the shadows, feeding on lies.
You’ll never know, until it’s too late,
They’re the ones who decide your fate.

(Bridge)
In the court of silence, where the guilty stand,
They’ve built their fortress out of shifting sand.
You’ll hold their hand and swear they're true,
But you’re the prey, and they’re hunting you.
Oh, can’t you see the venom in their smile?
They’ve been the predator all the while.

(Chorus)
Oh, the predator’s cry, it echoes through the night,
Dressed in the wounds, but ready to fight.
They play the victim, but don’t you see?
They’ve got you trapped in their own deceit.
Oh, the predator’s cry, the perfect disguise,
Hiding in the shadows, feeding on lies.
You’ll never know, until it’s too late,
They’re the ones who decide your fate.

(Outro)
So beware the one who wears the crown,
The predator waits to pull you down.
They’ll play the victim, they’ll play it well,
But they’re the ones spinning heaven from hell.