A silhouette in darkness
Slowly revealed to light
A living weapon, here to fight
The first to draw a weapon
Is just the first to fall
No-one to blame, she warned them all
They blink, she moves, it's over
In turn they fall like leaves
Street justice in a den of thieves
She cuts her way right through them
A shadow of a ghost
She is the knife against their throats
They gather up the wounded
They stagger and they sway
When predator becomes the prey
Prey... (prey... prey... prey...) (Echoed)
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