(Verse)
Wolves stalk the field while the sheep graze the valley
Roles played out so simply, they both know the rules of the game
They can get by with the time honored rights handed
Down from on high, it's a plague of patience
(Interlude)
Caught between a stone pressed against fractured bone where we ought
To heed solutions that spark hesitations which taught
Wicked with worry, the lamb in a hurry gets caught
(Pre-Chorus)
Make for the hills, flee for your lives!
Pay rapt attention and grieve your demise
(Chorus)
Blood on the air meets blood on the ground
The fray opens wide with the chance we have found
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Teeth sink in flesh, good fortune to drink
The blessings we won, and the prizes we keep
Hurry too hard end up alone, how precious, the seconds it takes to become lost
(Verse)
Just because we steer, doesn't mean we fear
We can separate the words that shout
Not to care, the ways, must we never give the bun back
(Pre-Chorus)
Make for the hills, flee for your lives!
Pay rapt attention and grieve your demise
(Chorus)
Blood on the air meets blood on the ground
The fray opens wide with the chance we have found
Teeth sink in flesh, good fortune to drink
The blessings we won, and the prizes we keep
Hurry too hard end up alone, how precious, the seconds it takes to become lost
(Verse)
Can you hear the slaughter dear? The sound so close yet so unclear
Just because we steal points in time, we feel we can circumvent gained position.
Fight to calibrate plans we navigate forfeiting battles we've already won
How precious the seconds it takes to become found