blind eye to the bloodshed
make a dollar then what's next
you really think you're safe in the world
welcome to the playground
make the rules so we say how
much we think you're worth
there is a wolf among the sheep
no i'm not tryn'a amuse you rubbing salt in the wound
presume the chains and the noose are ready waiting for you
calloused hands are only feeding the bank
all rise work for your life
until you meet your own demise
there is a wolf among the sheep
no i'm not tryn'a amuse you rubbing salt in the wound
presume the chains and the noose are ready waiting for you
we'll work your hands until the bone
your calloused hands will build our throne
slowly you'll turn into the wolf
then there's no turning back
paralysed by your next fix
preying on the future of the many
lives you'll fuck to make it rich
slowly we turn into the wolf
there is a wolf among the sheep
no i'm not tryn'a amuse you rubbing salt in the wound
presume the chains and the noose are ready waiting for you