The Wolf and the Lamb

Lately I feel like I'm dying

Every moment dying

Tell me, am I lying or do you feel it?

Lately every breath is hungry killer

Got no money and no time to waste

In a cyclical fate

The wolf killed the lamb

It's justified as food

The man killed the man

Justified it as good

Burning streets that flow red

Smothering our voices

There's not a moment to waste

In a cyclical fate

Always on the run

Pressed under the gun

No hand to hold

When your lips have turned cold

We watched the city burn

For it was never really ours

We let the city burn

As ointment for the scarred

We watched as the city burns

Its time has come

Let the city burn

Natural selection has won

Always on the run

Pressed under the gun

No hand to hold

When your lips have turned cold

We watched the city burn

For it was never really ours

We let the city burn

As ointment for the scarred

We watched as the city burned

Its time has come

We let the city burn

Natural selection has won