They've gotten to you Like a pack of wolves Dressed as lambs They're burning brands To find a god for you With open arms And pockets full of blood You heal the scars Of their mirage You're worth the while When they break through Wild eyed Snakes With open arms And pockets full of blood You heal the scars Of their mirage This moral appropriation Seems morbidly appropriate Monetise, demoralise, more or less The coveted exploit, your prize This moral appropriation Seems morbidly appropriate Monetise, demoralise, more or less The coveted exploit, your prize They've gotten to you Like a pack of wolves Dressed as lambs Their burning brands Will find the god for you