Lyrics Bound By the Moon - DevilDriver

Bound By the Moon

Brothers and Sisters
The Lord’s taking his own sweet time
Without rhyme or reason, the failure is not thine
Like wolves to a virgin, the intention is made clear
At war with ourselves — At war with the odds
At odds with the fear — Hard time will bring you
Way, way down — And all of this running
It’s gonna be the death of me…
When they ask you about this
Tell them I was…
Running in the company of wolves
It’s the company we keep
Brotherhood — Bound by the Moon!
Went to the well
But the goddamn thing was dry today
I spent all of my life, running from suicide
Is it the fucking fool
That keeps on chasing the dream?
A dream that cannot fail — So proudly, we hail!
And we shall roam
And the wolf fucking fucked her
Lay, as she lay bleeding on the moors
…Bleeding on the moors
… …Brotherhood of wolves