Wolves Of The Revolution 歌詞

There was blood in the air, I was on all fours Screaming life isn't fair, break down these walls As their marksmen hit their mark And the cloaks of justice are only cloaks after all Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run, barefoot With their libellous, venomous words they shoot Pulled and panicked, the door is locked You're trapped inside of your own heart It's a spectators sport, just play your part Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high