The Day of the Wolves

This is the space for the late thought
For the speedy breath and the rush of blood
This is you and your foreign hurry steps
For you who were forward, wrong and brash

There was a time when the table was set
For our guests to feast in faith torn apart
Hang onto untied transitions in urgent need
But this greed never leaded a man too far

It's a brave new world

I feel truths decaying with the chase
In a gentle nostrum where they bend and sway
And beliefs rooted deep collide until scraps
As the trap separate the ways
It'd be the day of the wolves

Water for the sated, symphony for the deaf
The ultimate relieved touch for a burned skin
Don't blame me for hunting oblivion back
I can't avoid this promises from wearing thin

It's a brave new world

I don't preach, I disregard
In the name of all those falling behind
If I could make my senses drown deep
It'd be faster than your wounded heart'd beat

What's the use in turning around
If I see the ashes all over you
It drains unpunished to the ground
And you're scared to say you knew