Tekst piosenki 'Animal Instinct' wykonawcy Alley Kat

The mischief in the alley was really my man
A troublesome hand
Built by his dad
Always looking over his shoulder delinquencies
Fucken up every cop's frequencies
Apparently until the day he leaves
Mothers wounded wing doomed seed
So out of control that she would never see him read
Or hear him read or hear him weep
Shattering glass with tear gas tearing his mass back
Scientific diluted subject of brain matter
Burning his ashes in a flamed lantern
Sent overseas to paint laughter upon the wall
And cultivate a moderate civilization of flaws
So the whole world can see that America is king
The tweak with the minds of a paralyzed dream
Prevail in lies
They picked him from the streets after reviewing
His past they deem him fit
Send him to the lab for another experiment

14 dead sheep one black one holding a handgun
Running down the halls of a foreign sanctuary
Easy of Eden south of believing
As he unloads the clip and starts screaming
As I watch the blood drip from his veins and stain the sand
The buildings around are as red as my hand
Then his brain pops
Immediately everything stops just for me
As he continuously firing shots pouring his soul
Into the shells that he's got
Living his life after death until he's gone
And I can tell that he doesn't know the meaning of right nor wrong
So he keeps playing along as a complacent pawn in the board game
Of life which he doesn't know he's on
So he can't move along
He can't groove to the rhythm of the melody
Listen as he sings this song

Father's stubborn hawk
Mothers wounded wing
A sad song sung until the day we believe
He closed his eyes to count to 3
The tin drum plays the songs of the weak
He grabs his seat as the pendulum swings in disbelief
He lets go and breaths
Circling a thousands seas
Miles that be beating beneath his feet
Pulses of his heart through the eyes of sights unseen

Here I stand just me and the moon
This is the ballad of a dead soldier who feel to his doom
He was looking for revival in something he coulnt find
Survival is a song I write to play for mimes
It's like a movie with no ending
Insanities pending
If vanities in me
But forgive the misconceptions
My perception is blurry vision
Hurry wishing you could ditch me in a mission a vision
You'll never see.