Wolfs

Wild dogs running through the tundra
Calling for their brothers, icicle-frozen coated collars
Lights of old, floating far above them
Howling at the cold wind, grinning with their bold kin

Bare skin under arctic lights
Worn thin from the frozen nights
But the blood I swear it boils
Pockets heavy with our spoils
Jump the fence and leave the toils now

And the pack's all here
Rows of teeth hide behind each beer
No we don't bite my dear, no we don't die my dear
Snapping at the heels of our favorite fears

Spoken like the ocean
Wolves in people's clothing
The cunning dumb are whoring
Running from a smoking gun
They'll hunt us in the morning

Shiver under moonlight
Our mouths are open to the sky
Just close your eyes and take a bite
Everything you wanted from the winter won't apologize

Howling unencumbered
These holy nights are numbered
But so are stars above us
I think we can outrun them...



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Matsko
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