I'll Be the Wolf

I had all of you sheep up on your feet
Dancing like the puppets you are
You all gave me drinks and joints to take home
You gave me the keys to your car
I had all of you eating from the palm of my hand
That old golden calf, the fat of the land
Now sleep while the bees make nests in your skulls
I'll be the wolf and devour you all
I got tired of speaking to lower brained fools
That's why I stopped speaking to many of you
So few of you human and fewer with heart
No sense of self and no sense of art
I see you content to just sleep and consume
Bedeviled by debt on your race to the tomb
Now sleep while the bees make nests in your skulls
I'll be the wolf and devour you all



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Writer(s): Joshua Gibson
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