The Wretched End — Of Men and Wolves lyrics

Lyrics

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