Smile
You sit and meditate, trapped in this hellish place
Where will go when you don't have a place to hide
Your heart bleeding and the wolves preying on your mind
You hear them calling, Calling with that grinning smile
Wearing your thoughts on your back while you're running that mile.
Smiling. Laughing. Crying. Bleeding. Dying.
Breath in, Breath out
Feel the trembles, the wolves aren't no angels
following your mistress, they prey on your weakness.
Breath in, Breath out
Look them in the eyes, these wolves know your lies
Pulling the strings of your demise.
Breath in, Breath out
Hear their cry, while they suck you bone dry.
While you try to satisfy.
Breath in, Breath out
Into the shadow, you hear them calling. Calling for you.
One.Two.step.jog.sprint.
You sit and meditate...
Running from the wolves, howling in the night
Running from the dark shadows, eyes staring in to your soul
Pulling you by the skin, thrashing your mind
The wolves surround you.
Looking into faces of the wolves,
you see a familiar face with a grinning smile.
You share the same grinning smile.
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