To Whore with Foreign Gods - Wolves Like Us

You speak to me

With spitting teeth

Like it´s the rapture

So torn between two worlds

I made my own little rats nest

You speak to me

With spitting teeth

Like it´s the rapture

So torn between two worlds

I made my own little rats nest

Let us speak freely now

Because we´ve been marred

By good intentions

Oh mother, oh father

I took so long to love you

I thought we would be left behind

And that Belial would take me