Mirror In The Wolf Den

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