[verse 1] This neon wilderness devours the mild, Its lights deceive the tender and the brave. You walk its streets dressed up like some wild child, But wolves here choose who’s worthy left to save. [chorus] Go home, young lamb—this place is not your stage. Only the wolves walk out of neon’s cage. Go home, young lamb—this place is not your stage. Only the wolves walk out of neon’s cage. [verse 2] Your shining shoes, your jacket’s borrowed pride— They’re costumes in a place that hunts the weak. I’ve watched the pretty vanish, terrified, And heard their names in tombs no voices speak. [verse 3] You chase a myth of danger, sharp and grand, But danger isn’t something you can wear. It’s carved in those who thrive in ruined land, In hearts that learned to starve before they dare. [chorus] Go home, young lamb—this place is not your stage. Only the wolves walk out of neon’s cage. Go home, young lamb—this place is not your stage. Only the wolves walk out of neon’s cage.
