I will sharpen my claws
Bare my teeth
I bare my teeth
One saliva string
One tongue
Cannot speak of the
Fight that comes from survival
It's from survival
Touch my children
And my teeth welcome your windpipe
Touch my children
And my teeth welcome your windpipe
Utter the name
And be crushed by leg
Grown strong from
Holding up weight
By thigh that carries
Rocks and urgent gait
I will hunch my shoulders and wait
Claws sharpened
Teeth agape
Claws sharpened
Teeth agape