Views from the spectrum are grim and beyond askew Our good wolves are dead and the keepers have fled the zoo Cracks in the prism our mission, now touch and go Glutinous and deviant, the pigs have obscured the view
Our bad wolves thrive Our bad wolves thrive
Bad actors all that remain on the stage and station Boisterous conductors, they echo without within Plea to the void, to the gods that I don't believe in I now believe that we live in a simulation
Our bad wolves thrive Our bad wolves thrive
Salacious and insatiable Salacious and insatiable Salacious and insatiable Salacious and
Our bad wolves thrive Our bad wolves thrive
Views from the spectrum are grim and beyond askew Our good wolves are dead and the keepers have fled the zoo
Our bad wolves thrive Our bad wolves thrive
Our simulation echoes to the void Bad wolves thrive
