Like Wolves - Dead And Divine

I am young, and I’m in love.

Post-apocalyptic?

Sure

But it’s something I’m working on

Equipped with a bible and a rifle

I should be fine, with this holiness on my side

But what’s the good in a god by my side

When the devil creeps around my neck like a snake?

We march, in the damnation parade

We’re cast, Ill-starred in an operatic gun ballet

I apologize

I have prior affairs I’ve arranged

I have a date with the gallows and I can’t be late

I don’t care much for your advice, this drink here is rather convincing

But your horns and tail tell me otherwise

So I’m getting the hell out of here

The stench of deceit is far too much to bare

And when we dance, oh how we’ll dance before a conflux of crows

Like wolves

I can’t help but lick my lips at the thought of biting

Into your skin, and tasting grace

Oh god what I’d give to feel the slightest bit alive again

Temptation has a killer body

That boys got the devil inside him

That boy’s got it