(Verse 1) Under a sickly yellow moon, the first bone snaps A grinding, wet percussion in the spinal gaps The skin starts crawling, itching like a liar’s tongue A metamorphosis brutally unsung The jaw unhinges with a silent, slick pop The human blueprint’s twisting ‘til it stops Replaced by something feral, something fouled and mean A walking blasphemy, a murderous machine (Verse 2) The pack is calling with a howl that isn't sound It’s a frequency of hatred shaking through the ground A promise whispered in a guttural, bestial key Of bloody liberation, of what you’re s’posed to be No more the mask, the fragile, simpering disguise Just yellow eyes reflecting yellow eyes A hierarchy of violence, tooth and claw and spite We are the things that rend the fabric of the night (Chorus) We are the wolves! The liars at your door! The splinter in your mind you can’t ignore! We are the wolves! The sickness in the pack! The shadow on your back, the knife about to crack! We wear the stolen skin and we despise the fit! We are the wolves! The hypocrites! The shit! The endless, gnawing hunger you can’t ever sate! We are the wolves! Your love! Your hate! Your fate! (Verse 3) I see your cities, your fluorescent, sterile tombs Your little boxes, your pre-fabricated wombs You think your walls can keep the wilderness at bay? We are the wilderness, and we are here to stay We’re in the boardroom, in the mirror, in your bed The feral impulse screaming in your head The civil tongue that tastes the blood and craves it still The charming smile that hides the honest, killing will (Verse 4) Don’t talk to me of curses, of some lunar blight I chose the claw, I chose the fang, I chose the night I chose the honesty of ripping out a throat Over the quiet lie you wore like a coat You think I’m trapped? You think I’m begging for a cure? I’m more alive than you have ever been, I’m sure Your pity makes me sick, your prayers are just a gag I’ll fly the flag of the eternal, bloody rag (Chorus) We are the wolves! The liars at your door! The splinter in your mind you can’t ignore! We are the wolves! The sickness in the pack! The shadow on your back, the knife about to crack! We wear the stolen skin and we despise the fit! We are the wolves! The hypocrites! The shit! The endless, gnawing hunger you can’t ever sate! We are the wolves! Your love! Your hate! Your fate! (Bridge) You think you know the story? The tragic, lonely beast? Crying in a garret at the full moon’s feast? That’s a bedtime story for the weak and for the mild A lie we tell the cattle so they don’t run wild The truth is in the slaughter, in the ecstasy of fear The truth is in the ripping when the enemy is near The truth is in the pack, a single, surging tide Of teeth and claws and nowhere left to hide (Guitar Solo - Angry, dissonant, with a driving, primal rhythm section underneath) (Verse 5) The moon’s a bare lightbulb in an interrogation room It strips away the pretense, it illuminates the doom It shows you what you are beneath the makeup and the clothes A shivering, pathetic sack of meat that no one knows But we know. We smell it. The weakness in your sweat. The cowardice that clings to you, a safety net We’ll tear it down and show you what you’re really running from The beast inside the belly, beating on a drum (Verse 6) You call us monsters, demons, freaks of nature, hell’s own spawn We’re just the truth you’re terrified to look upon We are the next step, the evolution past the lie The honest answer to the question “why?” Why do you lock your doors? Why do you fear the dark? Why does a distant howl leave a cauterizing mark Upon your soul? Because you know, deep down inside The wolf is waiting, and there’s nowhere left to hide (Outro) We are the wolves... We are the wolves... We are the hunger that you’re too afraid to feel We are the wound that will never fucking heal We are the teeth at your throat The claw in your mind The beast you created When you left you r own kind We are the wolves! The wolves! The wolves! (Howl)
