I will kill the Wendigo
I will throw my hands into his face
I will pull at his eyeballs until I've collected enough blood to paint

A mural on the side of a big brick building
A canvas I will hang in my garage
My parents will say that I am too violent
And I’ll never show my therapist this song

But the Wendigo fights back
And I was unprepared
For anyone to see me like this
For anyone to care

But the Wendigo has teeth
The Wendigo has claws
And while I raise my voice once or twice
He just sits there waiting in the dark
Waiting for me to fuck up one more time
Waiting for me to dig my own grave
He will pick up the shovel and bury me alive
He will pick up the shovel and bury me alive

I will kill the Wendigo
I will throw my hands into his face
I will pull at his eyeballs until I've collected enough blood to paint
A mural on the side of a big brick building
A canvas I will hang in my garage
My parents will say that I am too violent
And I'll never show my therapist this song