Dystriem

The grass falls behind my every move,
I hope my pack can keep up with my pace.
My stomach is what's driving me now.
But I should not hurry, should not make haste.

Slowing just a small bit, I take a tiny peak
over my shoulder to see if they are coming
Come on you guys hurry it up, I think to myself.
I thought we started this journey off fast, off running.

Maybe I was too fast, oh but my eyes do catch a glimpse.
"Hurry" Is what I want to yelp, but that wont help.
Looking back as they close in, I sniff the air for food.
The scent of animals, I seek for what will make my stomach melt.

Mikon

My legs are going faster,
Past the pound and past the pastor,
Dystriem is fleeing now,
If we can keep up, I wonder how.

We're hungry so,
But still unsure how fast we can go,
We're only scavangers after all,
There's the chance it will be us to take the fall.

Food is driving all of us,
But the need, it's but a plus.
Prey is what we're looking for,
But what is the chance it may be poor?