Wolves of the Revolution

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 marks

And their 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 libelous, venomous words, they shoot

Pulled and panicked, the door is locked

And you're trapped inside of your own heart

It's a spectator sport, just play your part

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