Wolves

Oh the wolves are coming with the moon
And the wolves are coming, coming for you
The wolves are coming in their twos and their threes
The wolves are coming to set me free

And we live in little drawers
In this neon world
Of enslaved Northern Lights

Light up, shoot up, give up, curl up, get up, get up, get up.

Get up, walk off, get down, get lost
Begging answers off of strangers streetside, stateside, worldwide
Still lost
And we're disregarding the degradation
Disestablished, we're dislocating our shoulders
Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers.

Oh the wolves are coming in their baby doll dresses
The wolves are coming
Hide your black-coated masses
The wolves are coming in their Sunday best
The wolves are coming to tear the chains from my chest

And now we cannot hide
Shrieking over static
Of harsh stripes of blood lust

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up

Pouring out broken bones with a talent for the nefarious
A head full of impious reasons for padded landing strips.

Oh the wolves are coming down from the hills
The wolves are donning their grins for the kill
The wolves are coming in their twos and their threes
The wolves are coming to set me free