| They seek out the sick, the weak and the lame
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| To find their flaws and scatter the bait
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| All joy will be buried for their primal urge
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| To lessen the strain and cull the herd
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| All they want is to silence the flock
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| More helpless prey in their endless hunt
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| We must be prepared, prepared to strike
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| In that moment they come knocking in the night
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| Wolves don’t lose sleep
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| Over the cries of sheep
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| They awake baring teeth
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| From nights of predator dreams
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| Bare my teeth, shed my skin
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| Let me embrace the apex within
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| They hunger death, I’ll give them more
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| Become the hunter with wolves at my door
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| Little do they know the hunt is now for them
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| This grey line between us growing so thin
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| Inclined to aggression with violence in mind
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| Are we too foolish to see the divide
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| Wolves don’t lose sleep
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| Over the cries of sheep
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| Bare my teeth, shed my skin
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| And embrace the apex within
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| Wolves don’t lose sleep
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| Over the cries of sheep
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| They awake baring teeth
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| From nights of |