Wild Creatures
When you catch the light
You look like your mother
It crushes me some,
Just right from the side
When you catch the light
There's a flash of wild creatures,
Before the Stone Age of the preachers,
And the husbands, and the wives
When you catch the light
Flood changes direction,
And darkens the lens
That projects my disguise
As you fight along-side,
You'll discover my weakness
I'm not fighting for your freedom,
I am fighting to be wild.
"Hey, little girl, would you like to be
The king's pet or the king?"
"I'd choose odorless and invisible,
But otherwise I would choose the king.
Even though it sounds the loneliest...
And my brother's hands would poison me."
"Hey, little girl, would you like to be
The king's pet or the king?"
"I'd choose odorless and invisible,
But otherwise I would choose the king,
Even though it sounds melodious...
There's no mother's hands to quiet me."
Criaturas Salvajes
Cuando captas la luz
Te pareces a tu madre
Me aplasta un poco,
Justo desde el costado
Cuando captas la luz
Hay un destello de criaturas salvajes,
Antes de la Edad de Piedra de los predicadores,
Y los esposos, y las esposas
Cuando captas la luz
La inundación cambia de dirección,
Y oscurece la lente
Que proyecta mi disfraz
Mientras luchas a mi lado,
Descubrirás mi debilidad
No lucho por tu libertad,
Estoy luchando por ser salvaje.