RANTHAMBHORE

You wake up cold
It has come to take your life away
The tiger in the bush has come to end your days
You never thought you would be devoured and mauled to death
No weapons here to save you dear
The grip tightens on your neck
Just stay away from me
I can see this place is burning
Retreat, I will never surrender
Now face reality
Technology has softened up the modern man
You turn to a prey and leave your life onto its´ hands
And surely gods have abandoned us forevermore
We curl up on the street
The tigers come to feast
Better keep away from me
I can see your ships are sinking
Give up, I will never surrender
Now face reality
Apex predator...obligate carnivore!
600 pounds and 13 feet...of death!
Coming at you 40 miles per hour!
Baby, you don´t stand chance