Testo di Lone Child

I don't like you much I am like a wolf I'm not full of your hate I'm full of my grace See here my face I am a king See the empty stage See there's nothing there Save your ounce of despair Your once wasted air Your devil-may-care poisonings Lone child, born wild No childish things Lone child, born wild No tribal strings I'll be moving on, creeping off the stage I'll be tearing you out, tearing you down I'm growling now in the wings Lone child, born wild No childish things Lone child, born wild No tribal strings