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Held tongues dying to speak

Restless hands turned tired and weak

Intention grows from a seed

Ignites the flame beneath our feet

And the ire growing

Spreads like fire

A mass insurgence

Upraising the pyre

What keeps the wolves at bay

While you sleep and they come to prey?

We forget their disdain

And all that's left is the fear they crave

Seclude to divide the fixation

Accomplices of our own ruination

Lost words and abandoned sages

Search for meaning in all the wrong places

And what has become of our objection

So easily pushed aside

By steadfast complacence

What keeps the wolves at bay

While you sleep and they come to prey?

We forget their disdain

And all that's left is the fear they crave

Are you not adverse to those you mistrust?

And you yet sickened enough?

What keeps the wolves at bay

While you sleep and they come to prey?

We forget their disdain

And all that's left is the fear they crave