Wolves like these don’t grow on trees,
they come from someplace else.
They don’t need light—they grow at night,
I’ve grown them in myself.
No looking back—keep up with the pack,
they howl in such content.
They grow strong, all night long—
another full moon spent.
They rise and consume by the light of the moon,
running wild and free,
They come from someplace else—I grow them in myself,
they don’t just grow on trees.