Old tales told to keep the fuckers at bay
The wolves will lead the poor little sheeps to slay
You have been better, you just don’t remember when
Now get on your knees, and clean the blood off your way
It’s gotten so bad, you don’t even realize
That lightning struck twice, and it did bore through your hide
In every move you make, you bear the weight of the guilt
Now bust the lock of the door, ’cause it’s all gone to nothing
Even though you washed your feet
of the mud you run them through
The sun will keep your footprints engraved
and they’ll come to get you
It’s gotten so bad, that you don’t even realize
That lightning struck twice, and it did bore through your hide
In every move you make, you bear the weight of the guilt
Now it’s all gone to nothing
