We are the last Of our tribe Of our name Hungry wolves Westward bound We've shed our locks of love and rage Laying bone-naked in the sun-soaked Liberty of a numb and Desperate minimum wage I kill without question It's easier that way Cloaked in thorns Nervously gnawing On my shame and suffering Trained to kill Everything What have I done? I slit my father's throat With the knife that he gave to me And the promise of his throne What have I become? I tried to be a man I cover my skin With paint and blood And kill upon command What have I done? My mind is my tomb I've given my thone to my next of kin As I wait here in my room I want to evolve I'll suffer in secret it's easier that way It's easier that way