The Wolf

The rusty chains around my feet are embedded in flesh
At each footstep a dragging sound fills the emptiness
The blinder the safer
Trust the men in uniform
They know better, they hit harder
Get used to the chains, to be watched all the time
Such is the price of insouciance and wellness
The well-to-do hiding from the bitter reality
Stuck together as a bunch of harmless fuckin' sheep
Petrified by the institutional fear of the wolf
The one who hangs around
The one who lurks around
on wild, unmarked paths,
An outcast looking straight at the downfall
Superstition grows, religious pigs are getting much fatter
Masks, disguises and guns have been taken off the closets
Enslavement is the key of happiness
Shattered Will lying on the altar of madness