It's the eyes of the Wolf
Its that soulful burn
The depth of despair
and the path to sojourn
It's the trip that were ridding
With passionate zeal
It's the cruel self discovery
Of what is not real
It's there pissing and breathing
Corrupting the earth
A spirit soul joined
With intent as a hearth
And the eyes of the wolf
Have the depth of its rage
Here reflecting his gaze
And the blood?
Dripping from claws, from paws
>From soiled, oiled engine parts
Where is enough
And who pays next
They've twisted us bad
Are we tail or head?
And who's chasing who?
And who's got the stick?
And when do we lunge
In despair for the neck?
How much can you fuck with the man
Before the animal comes loose?
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