Raised by Wolves - American Standards

You’ve been hand fed

Then misled

You’ve been beating the horse because you don’t want to die all alone

Who is worse

The one who’s feeding you lies

Or you for just swallowing them whole

Raised by wolves

We’ve been raised by wolves

Thoughts worming inward

Am I the hunter or the hunted

I guess we’ll find out the answer when we’re both dead

My heart, my compass, my coup de grace

We fought for so much more but always settle for so much less

The dream is over