I don't like you much
I am like a wolf
I'm not full of your hate
I'm full of my grace
See here my face
I am a kingSee the empty stage
See there's nothing there
Save your ounce of despair
Your once-wasted air
Your devil-may-care
Poisonings
Lone child
Born wild
No childish thingsLone child
Born wild
No tribal stringsI'll be moving on
Creeping off the stage
I'll be tearing you out
Tearing you down
I'm growling now
In the wings
Lone child
Born wild
No childish thingsLone child
Born wild
No tribal strings
