(Food) For The Wolves

I’m sick of your depression, your insecurity
Ain’t drinking no more sorrow, ain’t smoking no more pain
You say I should feel lucky, you say I cannot see
When all inside is aching, when all I hurt is me and I’m

I’m gonna take you inside, I’m gonna take you through hell for a ride

The moon is always high, the sun will never rise
I don’t believe in stories, invented to misguide
The moon will stay up high, my sun will never shine
And now I have it me, I’ll leave you all behind

I’m gonna leave you behind and let the wolves devour your kind