Wolves at the Gate
Wild Heart
Knee deep in the swelling seas without a thought
Or realization of my dying need
I cannot keep out this grim disease
For it has plagued and overtaken all
All our dying breed

Waist deep in the ocean’s sleep
Without a thought or realization of my dying need
(I cannot) can’t keep what I didn’t reap
For I see justice coming swiftly for
For every thought and deed

None had taught
Such wickedness from the start
In deed, in thought, my heart was tearing apart
In vain I fought
Hoping this pain would depart
Still no one could tame this wild heart

Lawless and reckless, my will and my art
“Flawless” I profess, yet wicked in heart
Lawless and reckless, my will and my art
“Flawless” I profess, yet wicked in heart

A liar, a thief is what had marked my soul
Thought lying and stealing would make me feel whole