what a mad, mad face
sour, sour frown
grabbing my neck
facing down
i can feel the wolf
any moment now
any moment now
any moment now
any
moment
now

dine upon my rotten flesh
dance upon my grave
it is now 11:50 and my mind goes to rest again

the wolf lays with me
eyeing me down
i make my choices
i lie down

forgive me for the wolf
i'm not good at playing the hook