I'm the wolf, without a pack
banished so long ago.
Ive survived on anothers kill, and on my shadow home.
All I've learned is that poison will sting,
no one remembers the names of martyrs or kings.
No one remembers much of anything,
that came this way before.
I'm the wolf combing the beach
to hungry to shy away,
the carcass of leviathan
sways gently on the waves.
I hope this shelter is enough to keep warm,
up stairs the heavens giving birth to a winter storm,
but I've been dying since the day I was born
that much I know is true.
I'm the wolf
out wild and free,
a picture on the shelf.
I burn this house down to the ashes lying to myself.
All I've learned is that poison will sting,
no one remembers the names of martyrs or kings.
No one remembers much of anything.
That came this way before.
That came this way before.
I'm the wolf.
I'm the wolf.
I'm the wolf.