Songtext von Panic In Cicero

If you hunt them that way, you can taste the fear in their meat If you hunt them that way, you can taste the fear in their meat Sharp little points Being as nice as can be, they start to bring in their knives, slowly, tenderly, putting them into your chest Mistreated, mistreated by animals Mistreated, mistreated by animals Owh, blup, rup, no, no, ehh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Sharp little points