Jon Kenzie Coming Back Around
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
I smell the beast a coming
I taste it's senses sharpening
I see the fear as it builds
When they hear it snarling
They feel their power crumbling
They feel their feet are stumbling
Their falling down to the ground and their fevers pumping
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
Well their four to the floor
As their crawling for the door
It's seems fair, they never prepared
When they've seen this all and more before
They feel the fists are falling
They hear the hunters call
Let them go you do not know
How hard they try when the wait is falling
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
Coming around, Coming around
It's coming back around
