Wolf Without A Pack

This flesh's what's left of me

In this messed up head
Where all my demons used to dwell
Where I have fathered my own personal hell
Yet here I am in all my injustice
Without freedom, full of hate
But in this wretched reality
There is no one I hate more than myself

Look what's left of me
A man without an ounce of sympathy
Maybe once I believed
Maybe once I believed
I won't take part in your war for hypocrisy

When the world is dead to me
And my scars are open
What will I find within myself
But I am getting stronger

I'll fight my own way

As I smelt the ruins of myself
Rotting with every breath
My course is set for self destruct

With every closing of my eyes
I find myself on my burial site

When the world is dead to me
And my scars are open
What will I find within myself
To help me fight my way
But I am getting stronger

I'll fight 'til all falls apart

Don't waste your words on a heart full of black
Wolf without a pack
Don't waste your words on a heart full of black
Wolf without a pack

Don't waste your words on a heart full of black
Wolf without a pack
Don't waste your words on a heart full of black
Wolf without a pack

All this anguish I keep to myself (When the world is dead to me)
Keep to myself
Inside I build my own personal hell (When the world is dead to me)



Credits
Writer(s): Milos Marjanovic
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