There are wolves in these walls, with hollow eyes and twisted claws, that pry inside hearts and minds, wilted windows fall, there are wolves in us all, to tame or leave to wither in our wake, with severed skies and roots unfurled, we'll bleed into this brave new world, that's come to be, why can't you see that life breathes endlessly,
maybe we'll find, maybe we'll see, these wolves in me, are fighting fast for harmony in tragedy, there are wolves in the walls, there are wolves in us all, there are wolves in the walls, there are wolves in us all.
That is not dead, eternal lies, with strange eons, death may die.
still I see, vacant memories, carved into, images of you, these feelings in your heart, have risen, fallen from the start, in breathes of harmony, these wolves are a part of me
Surely stalks the essence of some somber silhouette. who scours in your crawl space for failure or regret, to break the worn foundation, a half remembered home, I know it's at these troubled times we feel the most alone, spinning ever-longful like a phantom pirouette, who dances in your shadow when your mind and path are set, weaving precious memory, and meanings to pursue, the only one to tame these vile, lovely wolves, is you
harmony, tragedy, the wolves in me are breaking free.
maybe we'll find, maybe we'll see, maybe we'll fi-i-i maybe we'll find, maybe we'll see, these wolves in me, are fighting fast for harmony in tragedy, there are wolves in the walls, there are wolves in us all, there are wolves in the walls, there are wolves in us all