The concrete world is grey and cold The stories here are bought and sold You walk the street in a silent mask Doing the weary, human task. But deep inside the nervous wire There burns a different kind of fire A shadow tail, a painted eye A spirit that refuses to die. They say it’s fake, they call it strange They fear the ones who dare to change. But fabric and foam are just the skin To let the real heart beat within! SHOW YOUR TEETH! (Show your teeth!) SPREAD YOUR WINGS! (Spread your wings!) Hear the song the wild spirit sings! I am not the face you see I am the beast that sets me free! From the neon blue to the burning red I am the dream inside your head! WE ARE THE PACK! Stitched with thread and born of art A brand new beat for a lonely heart. You find your kin, you find your name You step right out of the normal frame. No judgment here, no heavy chains Only the wild in digital veins. So put it on, and stand up tall One distinct voice, answering the call. Some see a costume. We see a mirror. Some see a disguise. We see the truth. The human form is just a vessel. The soul... has claws. SHOW YOUR TEETH! (Show your teeth!) SPREAD YOUR WINGS! (Spread your wings!) Hear the song the wild spirit sings! I am not the face you see I am the beast that sets me free! From the neon blue to the burning red I am the dream inside your head! WE ARE THE PACK! We are the pack. (Ride the storm) We are the pack. (Keep us warm) Show your colours. Run free.
