Wolf

In sheep's clothing

the wolf brings me down

Makes its way

from my toes to my brow

Tasting what it's later to devour

Tells me I'll die

if I make a sound

 

Gathering the flowers as it's happening to me

Pretend I have the upper hand cos I felt it early

And now I'm stunned 'to playing dead but the wolf just proceeds

As time goes on it groans to mask my growing apathy

 

My remains lie

broken on the ground

'Better the devil'

I sigh aloud

Think he's gonna

try to keep me around

Think that I

might just stick around

 

Gathering the flowers as it's happening to me

Pretend I have the upper hand cos I felt it early

And now I'm stunned 'to playing dead but the wolf just proceeds

As time goes on it groans to mask my growing apathy

 

(Aaaaah, oooooooh, ahhhhhhh, oh oh oh, haaaaaooo)

 

Where's my will?

Where's my howl?

Where's my voice?

Where's my howl?

In sheep's clothing, the wolf brings me down...

 

 

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