The wolves are at my door! The wolves are at my door, there’s no escape from my failure. The wolves are at my door, there’s no escape from my disgrace. With jaws of silver, a constant reminder it won’t be long before my past has me.
The woods are alive. Make no mistake these woods are haunted, things I wish to never see, make no mistake these woods are haunted, the wolves have caught up with me. With nowhere to turn I offer myself to the sea, she hears my calls, with her waves she welcomes me.
I am the devil, it’s either me or the deep blue sea. My failure is the weight that holds me under the waves. Crushing dreams like icebergs, the sea feels never ending. We all once believed. My failure is the weight that holds me under the waves.....