Wolves کے بول

You 're running in circles A martyr condemned to live Within limits mundane A fragile dominion Afraid of your shadow No hiding place under the sun A cowardly man With hands in cuffs They 're aiming at you Your mind is the target What they fear the most They will embrace it They 'll be dressed in sheepskin Look inside the eyes of the wolf A modern god, a savior Sleeves full of wonders The ever fearful drug-lord The warmonger a threat to society They invade your home They trap you in a box Now they gag and rape you Never leave the keys at the door Now they are here to protect you The choice was yours all along