Out of order, free minds think, Following animals instincts. Never sheep, Only wolves, instincts leading to the kill, But they must feed our head. All our lives leading to the hunt, feed, all of us, we are fed, Why? I am ready for it, Fed, Fed up, Full of it. All our lives how we think, I will not crawl like this.
We have their fire, Breaking rib cages like chopsticks, They must all run like meat.
Doomed, I never wished any of this, I lost all I've held dear, Fuck these rules
Oh my god, Further the hunt.
Just a mutt by breed, And we're just hungry for a feed, Wolves, Of a lust for the feed, Close, Wolves, Of the last enemy
Leave them to decay, As they sit in their thrones of shame, Rotting grins, another day to call it in
Get over it, I'm on your list.