Wolf Without A Pack

This flesh's what`s left of me

In this messed up head
Where all my demons used to dwell
Where I have fathered my own personal hell
Yet here I am in all my injustice
Without freedom, full of hate
In this wretched reality
There is no one I hate more than myself

Look what`s left of me
A man without an ounce of sympathy
Maybe once i believed
Maybe once i believed
I won`t take part in your war for hypocrisy

When the world is dead to me
And my scars are open
What will I find within myself
But I am getting stronger

I`ll fight my own way

As i smelt the ruins of myself
Rotting with every breath
My course is set for selfdestruct
With every closing of my eyes
Find myself on my burial sight

When the world is dead to me
And my scars are open
What will I find within myself to help me find my way
But I am getting stronger

I`ll fight `til all falls apart

Don`t waste your words on a heart full of black
Wolf without a pack

All this anguish I keep to myself
Inside I build my own personal hell