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You're a wolf, always hunger when you're told
when you're hunting in the cold, black night.
And what am I when I follow and compile,
when I trace and lay to size, I'm as vile as that night.
And what I find, I'll take as my prize;
a winning streak, a party fine,
to celebrate my luck, my wasted life.
I inch along the interstate, yeah, it's the slowest I can take,
hours planning out my day and I never know how long to wait,
when you're a sculpture on display it doesnt take a lot to break
but my eyes collect the dust.
And maybe when they clear, i'll unpack and reappear.
Who will keep your bones and reassemble them, make them your home.
Oh, but I don't recognize this way of life.
You're a wolf, always hunger when you're told
when you're hunting in the cold, black night.
And what am I when I follow and compile,
when I trace and lay to size, I'm as vile as that night.
And what I find, I'll take as my prize;
a winning streak, a party fine,
to celebrate my luck, my wasted life.