Not a cloud in the sky, but still a howl inside.
Us kids know where the beast resides.
Itâs like Jekyll and Hyde, the horror lies at our sides.
Amongst the decay of virtue lies a greater crime.
Itâs not just us against them. It starts with I against I.
âI wake to see the world go wild.â
Concrete blocks pierce the sky.
Man-made green bores the mind.
This is a ballad for the stray dogs, the ones who commit to the wild.
Weâll be the blisters under your feet.
Making sure youâll always feel the heat.
Weâll be the tumor under your skin.
Weâll be the devilâs kin.
So tell us where weâre not allowed.
Weâll be abound, making that deafening sound.
The first to know when it hits, the last to reap the benefits.
The premise never changed, weâre just a minor threat.
Still free to a certain degree?
You can thank the dogs for that.
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- Howl