The pagan rites of the wild bunch they stare at me from afar

Pointing the finger of evidence as I rage in my car

I drive around the city looking for victims to use

I drag them down with me in my world of self abuse

Silver tongued black witches who try to steel my soul as I sleep

They are thwarted by my strength of deception

That I've inherited from the meek

But somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call

And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call

My etiquette was left dying at the door

The prozac haze that she swam through merely crashed out on the floor

Her eyes took the subway where the train of confusion caught her soul

It rode her to the edge of time and then it let her go

And somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call

And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call