I can smell your agony,
watch you suffer,
catch you for supper.
I can tell you're onto me.
I am the wolf.

I've walked countless trails
to the same slaughter,
she ran but they caught her.
My happiness is frail.
I am the wool.

I haven't found glory
on the street or in the fields,
the latter being too gory
and the former ******* my heels.

I don't have the words,
it's shaking up my nerves,
I'll take a walk.

Play low class, gamble for cash
with tiny marbles made of glass,
the gravity outweighs the mass
on this tiny marble made of gas.

I can't fly with birds,
it's shaking up my nerves,
I"ll take a walk.

I haven't found glory
on the street or in the fields,
but I'll tell you my stories
because they're real.