I DON'T KNOW IF I'M A DOG OR A WOLF
BUT I'M BOGGED DOWN IN FOG WITH A SENSE OF
GROGGY SELF SENSORS AND I PINE
BUT HALF OF ME REMEMBERS A TIME
IN THE PREMORDIAL GRIME WHEN I FOUND
THE PRIME TIME TO BEELINE TO THE FRONT
OF THIS LIFE TIME IN MY PAST TIME I WAS
DIRT OR MIST OR MAYBE JUST PISS
IN MY PAST LIVES I'LL FIND TIME TO JOY RIDE
CAR CRASHES HOODS PRIED STICK A HEADLIGHT
AT NIGHT FOR MY SIGHT OF SPITE I KNOW WHAT'S
RIGHT BUT I'LL FIGHT TO THE END OF MY BARK OR BITE

WE'LL BE BLEEDING
BRING ON THE KINGS OF THE SHOE STRINGS
TASSLES KNOTS AND LOOPS CLING TO THE PRESENCE
OF WINGS, I'M ACTING ON DIVINE BUT WHAT IS ISN'T MINE