WOLVES OF THE REVOLUTION

There was blood in the air
I was on all fours, screaming life isn't fair
Break down these walls
As their marksmen hit their marks
And their cloaks of justice are only cloaks after all

Born young and wild
Don't let them cut your tail
Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine
One last lifeline, I'm hanging high

Stay awake
From the wolves you run, barefoot
With their libelous, venomous words, they shoot
Pulled and panicked, the door is locked
You’re trapped inside of your own heart
It's a spectator sport
Just play your part

Chorus