two black wolves chase a whitetail through the snow into a ring fence, there's nowhere left to go for purity and industry for the gathering dust on aspen leaves i'm watching wolves chase a whitetail through the snow
and you won't know when evil comes evil looks just like anyone and i blame
i blame i blame anyone but me
if you let them burn books you'll let them burn bodies the man with the match could be anybody a uniform changes something inside
holding a gun makes you feel so alive and everyone else is doing it too -it's alright
and you won't know when evil comes evil looks just like anyone