
Oh, the primal wolf in me —
are you really me?
Is it you who give me thrill,
is it you who give me will?
Is it true that
through you I saw adventure,
through you I know hunger,
through you I taste the hunt,
through you I learn patience,
through you I become grit?
Oh, the wolf in me,
are you really me?
Oh, the wolf in me,
look around and see —
does the world we see
remember the primal in thee?
I see walls,
I see rules,
and botoxed sheep,
imitating others just to glee.
Oh, the wolf in me,
should we chain ourselves,
or be chained by others —
for the inner security of thee?
Oh, the wolf in me,
better to freeze in grasslands
than spend a life
grazing with sheep.