There's a wolf amounst us He wears my face Finding solace In the most fitting place Lake bound lady Do you enjoy my company As we swim Beneathe the tide With even syetry What lies beneathe Our tales of sarrow Take this chance For tomarrow... A cold wind Smooths the surface A half-life becomes a race Removes all perception Invoking as altered states We hold to form The cure and its disease As we swim Beneathe the tide With even symetry What lies beneathe Our tales of sarrow Take this chance For tomarrow... There's a wolf Amounst us He wears my face Finding Solace Without a trace What lies beneathe Our tales of sarrow Take this chance For tomarrow...