Of Men and Wolves - The Wretched End

Uttermost hostile, it is where you will ever be

Conflict and betrayal, you godamn liar

Define your existence in one single word

Puppet of men, in the hands of a genius

Of men we are, wolves we would be

The species of the weak

Itching the world like a festering rash

A never ending walk, so long, yet redeeming

No harm done, but still to come

Hey fucker, what about the fucking respect?

You got a serious defect?

Of men we are, wolves we would be

The species of the weak

Itching the world like a festering rash

No point to seek

A stairway to the bottom of lies and pitty

A bottle full of straight cut neglect

I never want to know your name

Get sucked up by a fucking sect

Of men we are, wolves we would be

The species of the weak

Itching the world like a festering rash

Words of nothing, put your money

Where your mouth is

I long for a spiritual winter

Let it all remain in hibernation

Decades of wrath — no gods, no cure

This is what as asked for, what we prayed for

No reason to stragger it

It’s a pile full of shit