Lyrics Native Wolves - Pariso

Native Wolves

Would it be better for us if we were sold the shit of a thousand years?
Or to tread through
the mud and tears?
I know what my choice would be.
The beauty she exudes will never be understood.
She’s been made to suffer by what they’ve told her.
To find love, find stability the death for her inevitably.
She’s seen the disease corrupt the minds of the fiends.
Their minds begin to rot, she asks '"Is this all that we’ve got?"