looking like a lamb

Tell me when you had enough
Pussy honey, sob story stuff
Tell me when you had enough
Of those wolf teeth hand cuffs

I don’t even know what freedom tastes like
But I’m still hungry to find out, still aroused
When fawn eyes rest themselfes in my clinched fists
Like that is something I would miss

Tell me when you had enough
Pussy honey, sob story stuff
Tell me when you had enough
Of those wolf teeth hand cuffs

Maybe one day we can clink our bloody cups
Picture how it turned out
‚Till then I’d rather be a wolf then a pup
What you call pack, I call crowd
Let me levitate the profane, while you prefer the profound
I’m good, you can bury yourself now
Don’t look like a lamb, when you’re surrounded by the fucking hounds