But There's Wolves?

The Dear Hunter

Wide smiles baring teeth can't fake what's underneath cause I don't want to waste any time. You've got crooked speak.
Broke words from suffering but I don't mean to make any lies.

I'm not waiting here.
Ankles bound to cinders watch them burn.

You've got rare appeal with conscience atrophied
'cause you don't need to waste any time.
I'm not the kind to wait,
model to instigate but always end up towing the line.

In just a moment we can let it all decay,
or we can step out into the sun.
Don't shutter,
own it,
or you'll find out any moment that you've lost it a ll before its begun.


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