The wild beast has always resided in us all. A bite just brings it to the surface.
Take all you knowledge from misery
Gather all your cannisters of energy
Sever all your ties with sympathy
Cut your veins if you need to breathe
Cower your souls at your backdoor
Throw all your guns on the floor
More human now than ever before
Eyes open under muddy waters
Will surely be sore
But for sure more should be said
About the crazy beast who drank more than a beer
Fear his beer because it comes in barrels
And to subdue youd need a barrel of bullets
No firework can lift me from here
My heads to heavy and beat
Sea of thought is as thick as concrete
I mixed it all up
Pain and happiness
I am at my worst when I wake up
I dont know what I am going to be
And I couldnt say for the life of me
Yesterday I put my paw on the floor
I am a werewolf for sure
No shot at shaking it
To make myself I was baked in hate
Really hate to waste my breath on this beast.
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