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So You Think You’re A Wolf?
Your breath is shallow in the cold
panting for more, for more, and more
frozen air to freeze your soul
spider webs and frost in your lungs
You tried to cry to the moon
you tried to fly through the evening wood
and in the hours of blood stained night
you only fooled yourself
for you are not a Wolf
How many times have I wiped my face?
clean of blood and clean of rage?
How many times have I tried to tame
the beast I keep inside my brain?
Everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
dreams of hoarfrost in the North
everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
but they won’t love the packs
they claim to serve
Everybody thinks they’re a wolf
but shun the bitter taste of hurt
and when they drink of our waters
they can’t taste deliverance
from the wickedness of their own truth
You are no Wolf but you’re so cruel
you wear our mask, but I’m no fool
You are no Wolf, you have no heart
You prey on everything we love
I’ve shackled my own throat
to the walls in which I clung
fought with my desires
in the dying sun
and I sung my torment
to the lonely moon
hoping to find someone
who could help me through
Everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
dreams of hoarfrost in the North
everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
but they won’t love the packs
they claim to serve
panting for more, for more, and more
frozen air to freeze your soul
spider webs and frost in your lungs
You tried to cry to the moon
you tried to fly through the evening wood
and in the hours of blood stained night
you only fooled yourself
for you are not a Wolf
How many times have I wiped my face?
clean of blood and clean of rage?
How many times have I tried to tame
the beast I keep inside my brain?
Everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
dreams of hoarfrost in the North
everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
but they won’t love the packs
they claim to serve
Everybody thinks they’re a wolf
but shun the bitter taste of hurt
and when they drink of our waters
they can’t taste deliverance
from the wickedness of their own truth
You are no Wolf but you’re so cruel
you wear our mask, but I’m no fool
You are no Wolf, you have no heart
You prey on everything we love
I’ve shackled my own throat
to the walls in which I clung
fought with my desires
in the dying sun
and I sung my torment
to the lonely moon
hoping to find someone
who could help me through
Everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
dreams of hoarfrost in the North
everybody thinks they’re a Wolf
but they won’t love the packs
they claim to serve
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