Let The Wolves Come and Lick Thy Wounds

Whisper to me oh my anaesthesia
The meek shall inherit the earth today
Oh sing to me oh my blessed amnesia
What once was asunder is whole once again

Drifting in and drifting out, of consciousness of paramount
Media—power slave, welcome fame—hate the change
Broke thy cage. Flew away
Trust Morpheus to tame your dreams
The more you burn—the more you learn
Where echoes stir—the nameless yearn
Hollow dreams cloud your mind
Fill the darkness with your light
Star of wonder star so bright
The blind lead their own to paradise
They shattered his iron resolve
They built him up just to tear him down
They crowned him king
When he was a young they stained his name till he was done
They stained his name till he was done

Let the wolves come lick and thy wounds

The howling wolves roar outside
Raising black dust and grime
Riding on shapeless mist
Snapping at Achilles' heels
How they feast their sallow eyes
Licking, snarling, bloody lips
Will the world's chosen prey, possibly be still salvaged?
A serpentine, twisted life, fill the darkness with your light
Star of wonder, star so bright
Every conscious martyr is crucified
They devoured her self esteem
They fed her pride just to win her smile
They crowned her queen
Then watched her sin
Scarring thoughts in a broken mind
Scarring thoughts in a broken mind

Let the wolves come lick and thy wounds