TASTE OF SOMETHING

 

I’d like to believe that I could get lost in a world like that.

Where you lay down a bet that a man’s heart pumps holy water.

 

I swear there’s a wolf in me. He bares his teeth .

Slipping easy into darkness. Sniffing out the dead and the dying.

The moon gives me my wildness. Witch stares. The final sickness.

Living in the blackest shadow. Crying for a taste of something.

 

I run with the madness even though I’m told to stop.

I smell the blood and the flowers never end on that corner.

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I swear there’s a wolf in me. He bares his teeth .

Slipping easy into darkness. Sniffing out the dead and the dying.

The moon gives me my wildness. Witch stares. The final sickness.

Living in the blackest shadow. Crying for a taste of something.

 

I feel fine. Then I feel my stomach rumbling.

And I know in my heart, I could take the world apart.

 

I swear there’s a wolf in me. He bares his teeth .

Slipping easy into darkness. Sniffing out the dead and the dying.

The moon gives me my wildness. Witch stares. The final sickness.

Living in the blackest shadow. Crying for a taste of something.

Something...

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Jim Walker - Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocals, BG Vocals, SFX.