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We all slow down eventually, but if you are a superhero, it can quickly prove fatal.
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Steve Smith & Michael Duran
Steve Smith & Michael Duran
Sun May 03, 2015
Alternative : Nu Metal
Take charge
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» highest in charts:   # 54   (185,826 songs currently listed in Alternative)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 2   (1,961 songs currently listed in Alternative > Nu Metal)
» today's position in sub-genre: # 9 in Nu Metal
About the song
Steve Smith; Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals & Vocorder, Synth solos.
Michael Duran; All instruments, Music composition, mixing & production.

Ben 10 alien transformation as Humungousaur

Humungousaur is about 12 feet tall and can grow bigger at will, up to about 60 feet. When he grows, his dinosaur features become more pronounced, growing Stegosaur-like plates on his back, a crest on his forehead, and spikes on his tail. Also, on his shoulders three plates separate and grow, giving him a more ferocious look. His arms do something similar. His skin is hard, brown, and a sort of beige color and he has a somewhat humanoid body. Humungousaur wears the Omnitrix/Ultimatrix symbol on his chest.
Lyrics by Steve Smith


Exactly when it happened
Escaped your notice, no doubt
You could be forgiven for wondering
What the fuss is all about
Did someone start it off
Or did it happen on its own?
You can't still be on the pulse
Otherwise you would have known
Is it idle speculation, nothing more?
But one that could prove fatal to ignore

I was shaken by the sudden,
savage nature of it all
And I didn't see the warnings
Or the writing on the wall
You're considering your future
While they're digging up your past
The one question remaining is
Just how long can it last?
It was just miscommunication, nothing more.
And I kick myself for missing it before.

Once you've grown accustomed
To being of the chosen few.
You will wake one bitter morning
To find you're yesterday's news.
And the jokes that you once told,
golden boy with feet of clay.
Behind hands are aimed at you,
as they cheer you on your way.
Oh, it's just natural selection, after all.
I just didn't think I'd be the one they'd call.