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.