The Wretched End - Of Men and Wolves 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 f**er, what about the f**ing 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 s**ed up by a f**ing 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 sh**