When you stop all of your disgraces from chasing you You'll see that you longed for the wilderness they led you into And the thoughts that they shaped gave purpose to your direction They were the predator and you were the prey Always running, never still Anything is greater than calm and still Now you recite to yourself words from the mouth of some dead fuck But a cage-kept man lacks the tools to use to get them unstuck So you decorate the door when you can't break it You long to be a predator but you're weak as shit Always think and never act, there's nothing worse than being trapped Go, find contentment See what happens Fuck