You're a wolf, always hunger when you're told
when you're hunting in the cold, black night.
And what am I when I follow and compile,
when I trace and lay to size, I'm as vile as that night.
And what I find, I'll take as my prize;
a winning streak, a party fine,
to celebrate my luck, my wasted life.
I inch along the interstate, yeah, it's the slowest I can take,
hours planning out my day and I never know how long to wait,
when you're a sculpture on display it doesnt take a lot to break
but my eyes collect the dust.
And maybe when they clear, i'll unpack and reappear.
Who will keep your bones and rea**emble them, make them your home.
Oh, but I don't recognize this way of life.
You're a wolf, always hunger when you're told
when you're hunting in the cold, black night.
And what am I when I follow and compile,
when I trace and lay to size, I'm as vile as that night.
And what I find, I'll take as my prize;
a winning streak, a party fine,
to celebrate my luck, my wasted life.