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(13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)

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Enter: Strike 3 For The Cobra?

Still Thinking
Still Moving – Getting Very Close
I’m Not Worried
Just Waiting
Waiting With My Noose
The Cobra Is Cunning
But I’m Just To Quick
And The One With
The Bigger
Yes The Quicker Stick

This Cobra Thinks
Thinks He Is King
But I’m Not Part Of His Kingdom
Nor Part Of His System
Just Death I Will Bring Him

Keeping One Step Ahead
Always Is My Game
Only Showing My Hand When The Cobra
Goes Insane

The Art Of War – I Know You Understand
We Have To Play First And Last
In This Silly, But Evil Game

Watch Out Cobra, Cause
I Am Sober
Watch Out Cobra, Cause
I’m Sane
Watch Out Cobra, Are You The Same?
Watch Out Cobra
You Can’t Play This Game

Be Careful Cobra, Cause
I’m The Black Mamba – Death Incarnate
I’ll Shut Your Mouth
Swallow You Whole
Yeah Swallow Your Soul

Watch Out Cobra
I Think I’m Spitting
My Venom Now
Watch Out Cobra You Cant Be Saved
Looks Like
You’re Digging
Digging Your Own Grave

I Will Spit My Venom
Spit The Venom In Your Face
Just Spit On Your Grave Again
Now You Know How
It Tastes
Now You Know How It Hates

Cobras Don’t Seem
To Like Acuphase
Nor Do All The Monkeys And Rats
Sharing A Similar Maze
Black Mambas Just Spit It Right Out
Right Back In Your Dark Faces
Yeah Back Into Your Dark Places
No Effect
Yeah No Effect On The Innocent
No Effect On The Strong

Yes I’m Still Thinking Cobra
Moving
Now I’m Getting Close
Keeping Ahead Of Time
Patience – That’s My Skill
This Black Mamba Soon
Will Go For The Kill

Goodbye King Cobra
Never See You, Never A Next Time
You’re Lost Inside, Shedding
Shedding Your Skin – Not Mine
If You Ever Find Your Way
Outside Again
I’ll Be Waiting – And Will Suit Just Fine
As I Will Always
Have The Time
The Time To Find You
And The Time To Remind You - That You’re Already Dead
Did You Hear What I Said?

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013


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