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