[Intro]
So, who turned down the lights?
I thought they'd wanna see me cry
I thought they'd rather see me die
They never tried and help me fly
[Chorus]
Mama, there's wolves outside
She said: isn't that what you were made for?
You'd better learn to channel all your anger
Don't let them smell your fear when there is danger
Mama, there's wolves outside
Oh, darling, you're the one I'vе always prayed for
Even though I know you've got your blamе for
Promise me that you won't do them any favors
No, no, no, no
[Verse 1: Lord Afrixana]
Dark days in them heavy haze
Everybody wants the throne, but they don't see the threats
Everybody wants a piece, but can't pay the debts
If there's a man who strikes spear in my heart, I ain't met him yet
Here in the valley of the motions, you pull it though and make a move
Come consultors, and end up on an altar
Sacrificial lamb to the youngsters
Catch you while you slumber
But hiding in your bunker
Put them in the dirt like some [?]
We only know it's over when police bring them fresh white sheets
This is not a game for lame cold feet
Either run the concrete, or get buried underneath
You can scream, but if no one's there they'll hear you [?]
Nothing sweet, either kill or be meat for the dogs in the streets
You'll appreciate a beast, shall we eat?
So, who turned down the lights?
I thought they'd wanna see me cry
I thought they'd rather see me die
They never tried and help me fly
[Chorus]
Mama, there's wolves outside
She said: isn't that what you were made for?
You'd better learn to channel all your anger
Don't let them smell your fear when there is danger
Mama, there's wolves outside
Oh, darling, you're the one I'vе always prayed for
Even though I know you've got your blamе for
Promise me that you won't do them any favors
No, no, no, no
[Verse 1: Lord Afrixana]
Dark days in them heavy haze
Everybody wants the throne, but they don't see the threats
Everybody wants a piece, but can't pay the debts
If there's a man who strikes spear in my heart, I ain't met him yet
Here in the valley of the motions, you pull it though and make a move
Come consultors, and end up on an altar
Sacrificial lamb to the youngsters
Catch you while you slumber
But hiding in your bunker
Put them in the dirt like some [?]
We only know it's over when police bring them fresh white sheets
This is not a game for lame cold feet
Either run the concrete, or get buried underneath
You can scream, but if no one's there they'll hear you [?]
Nothing sweet, either kill or be meat for the dogs in the streets
You'll appreciate a beast, shall we eat?
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