I am the wolf in sheep’s clothing
Slowly I stalk this death
My tongue sweating with the desires of life’s meats.
Playing coyly but in the end: It’s the gun – I’ve met
There are two of me, the shepherd and the wolf.
I am my enemy.
I am the wolf in sheep’s clothing
Slowly I stalk this death
My tongue sweating with the desires of life’s meats.
Playing coyly but in the end: It’s the gun – I’ve met
There are two of me, the shepherd and the wolf.
I am my enemy.
