Don't you think I can see through your disguise? There's blood all over your hands!
And it won't wash away with your head in the sand. Your tears are a diuretic, and now the desert sand's turned to water, and the water's turned to sky. Your sheepskin has been stained with salt... but you're the only wolf around for miles.
And now this time you've gone too far.
Your crumbs have been swept away and the vultures have been called to order.
So how long will these seams last when the bones of this tent have been turned to dust?
Can you taste the gloss of your camouflage as it spoils?
We've run forty times around this city!
And your rusted gears are about to collapse.
You stake claim to granite foundations, and built bunkers out of stained glass!
We can all dream of something better. But why can't your actions speak as loud as your words?
The moths have swarmed outside your door, and are just waiting to block out your light. Every beat of your heart is a lie, and even through your mask, I can still see your eyes!
Skin is your disease. Oh where is the cure? Crossed on the skull, can you still see the sun? Can you still see the sky with those closed eyes?
If you ignore what you destroy does it ease your pain? Will you be whole again
And it won't wash away with your head in the sand. Your tears are a diuretic, and now the desert sand's turned to water, and the water's turned to sky. Your sheepskin has been stained with salt... but you're the only wolf around for miles.
And now this time you've gone too far.
Your crumbs have been swept away and the vultures have been called to order.
So how long will these seams last when the bones of this tent have been turned to dust?
Can you taste the gloss of your camouflage as it spoils?
We've run forty times around this city!
And your rusted gears are about to collapse.
You stake claim to granite foundations, and built bunkers out of stained glass!
We can all dream of something better. But why can't your actions speak as loud as your words?
The moths have swarmed outside your door, and are just waiting to block out your light. Every beat of your heart is a lie, and even through your mask, I can still see your eyes!
Skin is your disease. Oh where is the cure? Crossed on the skull, can you still see the sun? Can you still see the sky with those closed eyes?
If you ignore what you destroy does it ease your pain? Will you be whole again