Letras
Eye on the mirror, the wolf stares back
One functional look, one ghost track
Raised by vipers, spit serpent venom in these tracks
Nomad in the trailer park, city warehouse stacks
I wrote my sins in ink across my skin
Neck-tat too heavy, neck-tie of a broken grin
Dreadlocks dragging memories that never end
Trap past, nasty habits, hoodrat friends
I lost full vision, found one through miracle beams
Call her Dr. Song. She stitched up nightmares, built dreams
Type1 since age three, needles in the night
Sugar blood steady, but this hunger don't take flight
Numbers talk in the dark: 53% survival rate
Symbols of the scars, I carry them innate
Mask on in "normal" life, but off when I create
Wolf Jacobs howl at the moon, I don't negotiate
Eye on the mirror, the wolf stares back
One functional look, one ghost track
Raised by vipers, spit serpent venom in these tracks
Nomad in the trailer park, city warehouse stacks