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Exodus
Exodus


Background information
Origin San Francisco Bay Area, California, USA
Genre(s) Thrash Metal
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Century Media Records
Nuclear Blast
Associated acts Metallica
Blind Illusion
Sexoturica
Testament
Website Website
Members
Rob Dukes
Gary Holt
Lee Altus
Jack Gibson
Tom Hunting
Former members
Kirk Hammett
Paul Baloff
Steve Souza
Rick Hunolt
Rob McKillop
Michael Butler
John Tempesta
Paul Bostaph
Evan McCaskey
Steev Esquivel
Chris Kontos
Keith Stewart
Matt Harvey
Tim Agnello
Mike Maung
Carlton Nelson
Geoff Andrews
Perry Strickland
Gannon Hall



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Exodus Lyrics

"Open Season" lyrics


Feelings cold as ice, I never, never think twice
Hunting down my prey - they die
Cross my line of death and there's nothing else left
Any way you choose - you lose
Architect of pain, deadly is my middle name
And I'm living proof - crime pays
I'm a psychopath and I create the aftermath
That sets the sun forever - on you

Haven't you figured out it open season?
I'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason
Running like a frightened little rabbit would run
I won't be satisfied
Until you're nullified
Before my eyes

Intoxicating
Invigorating
It's open season on you

Calling the police and I'm gonna pull my piece
Your heart's gonna cease - to beat
Just look in my eye, black as pitch to horrify
You can scream and cry - goodbye
It may never last and I blame it on the past
Being told to kill - at will
Shivers down my spine when the victim is all mine
You begin to beg - for help

Haven't you figured out it open season?
I'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason
Running like a frightened little rabbit would run
I won't be satisfied
Until you're nullified before my eyes

Intoxicating, invigorating
It's open season on you

Go ahead and run, the chase is always fun
But the kill is the icing on the cake
A curtain of red from my hailstorms of lead
Will rain on you as you die
Your face will be spewing chunks of bloody ruin
Your baby face will be a gory mask
My personal crusade is to see that you are flayed
And my hunting knife will complete the task

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