Plague! We're bleeding to death from this fucking disease
50 years gone and I still ask why
We might as well run with the hunted tonight
We're not going anywhere anytime soon
I refuse to be glorified
You'll never see me at your fucking feet
I'd rather live with the hounds than abhor humanity any longer
Because like them I'll never kneel to another
I wrote this book
This book won't write me
I built you up on that cross
You won't build me
Long live the wolves
Let loose the hounds