I remember a story
about a man who's raised by a shewolf
who swore that he'll never hurt his mother, he didn't
trained by the wildest beast in his homeland
Claws against claws
Fangs over fangs
Everybody's a prey so you should watch your back or it's the end of you
I've seen it before
through the never ending leaves of a book
whispering us that it will repeat itself
Do you hear it?
Can you feel it?
Running through the vivid lines of silence
tracing the roots of the problem
The jungle is calling you
the wild haunt on its prey
The mice crawls beneath tower gates,
pleading them to spare their blood.
coz in this mediocre society,
there's always a fool, there's always self righteous
How about let's change the game?
Sheep can train with wolves
Apes be the kings, Lions be the slaves
Trees burn pieces of human flesh
whispers become screams
louder and louder, til' they're deep under the ground
The man who was once an object of violence,
became pages of a book
sound of tears that is full of pride
an unsung hero, denied by the truth
after his demise,. rebellion arise.
Brought rationality to kingdom of the lost ones
sooner, found their way out of the dungeon
and freed their souls from idiocy.
Soon, the wolf found its wings
It is a matter of choice, always.
Are you gonna soar high? or stoop so low?
Be lost in the sky? or be not tame in the jungle
Sky has limits too, so does the land.
It's only a matter of choice if you'll live; or die.