When we speak

Why you gotta look that way?

why you gotta spit on the stage?

you see we are young wolves 

and we’re hungry for the last guy outside

come see us when we’re walking

they don’t know our kind of night

Sick and wear our hearts outside

on our sleeves

and we just can’t take no more 

Yet the skies say we should come back home

I remember in disguise...

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