Out With the Wolves

There's a curse waiting in every eye
There's a storm forming in the blue sky
It comes deeply rooted, from a hungry place
When you nod and smile and keep a straight face straight face
There's a million blessings in disguise
From the day you're born until the day you're wise
These might be separated by a hundred lives
You will believe in all sorts of lies, all sorts of lies
While you
You're out

You're out with the wolves
There's a reason why the body heals
There is an explanation for these feels
Yellow eyes and sharp teeth
And then the strongest jaw to seal the deal
While you
You're out
You're out with the wolves



Credits
Writer(s): Stephane Vachon
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