As we grovel at the feet of our enemy Begging for our day to bask in their light Whoring ourselves out to every master we are sworn to dethrone We forsake our destiny, our birthright: To tear their world apart at the seams We are a wolf-pack, howling of our own dread Baring our claws and fangs while shaking with fear Timid at the sight of a flock of sheep we were born to hunt We eat their scraps, beg at their heels and obey their rules We've been tamed and mastered by our prey And if we look like them And if we act like them And if we believe their lies And if we live their lives Then we are nothing more than sheep in wolves clothing