The Wretched End - Of Men and Wolves

Uttermost hostile, it is where you will ever be
Conflict and betrayal, you godamn liar
Define your existence in one single word
Puppet of men, in the hands of a genius

Of men we are, wolves we would be
The species of the weak
Itching the world like a festering rash

A never ending walk, so long, yet redeeming
No harm done, but still to come
Hey fucker, what about the fucking respect ?
You got a serious defect ?

Of men we are, wolves we would be
The species of the weak
Itching the world like a festering rash
No point to seek

A stairway to the bottom of lies and pitty
A bottle full of straight cut neglect
I never want to know your name
Get sucked up by a fucking sect

Of men we are, wolves we would be
The species of the weak
Itching the world like a festering rash

Words of nothing, put your money
Where your mouth is
I long for a spiritual winter
Let it all remain in hibernation

Decades of wrath - no gods, no cure
This is what as asked for, what we prayed for
No reason to stragger it
It's a pile full of shit