The Wolf Inside The Slaughtered Lamb 

Jumping guitar chord rope
Amongst old creaks and liquid blows. 
Between barrels of wine and grace, 

Laughing with some ancient shadows. 
Ancient is a stretch I know, 

Cause not long ago 

Was tatters. 
And you never know it’s you, 

When your life can’t find what matters. 
Breaking like a song with notes that sink 

like old quicksand. 
When you’re reaching up from drowning 

And not feeling any hand. 
You think it’s them not you

For they can’t see or sit or stand. 
On your bones or in your skin

Or think your thoughts to make a plan. 
And they cannot know your history, or 

The reason for your scam.  
The one you pull on you

Using others who are damned. 
Jumping guitar chord rope, 

Before the gig, the soul and glam. 
Glad I know now where I come from, 

The wolf inside the slaughtered lamb. 

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