Motives Wolf's Den
Now I've been told seeing is believing
So why can't I believe my eyes?
They've grown tired and heavy
Trying to focus on everyone else's mistakes
I'm trying so hard not to resent everyone around me
I'll bite and I'll tear and I'll pick the bones clean
But knowing this, I'd rather pick you up than pull you down with me
I only have myself to blame
It's not by chance or circumstance
That I have placed myself this far from being happy
Complacent in my lack of action
Nothing's going to change if all I do is sit around and complain
Such is the way of the world
But we share this grief
Don't let darkness harden your heart
I understand your hatred
A personal revolution comes before those foreign fingers guide you
I, too, could deprive myself of the effort to not allow my world to waste away
But I can't in good conscious
You see, I know that we are intuitive
I know that we are brave
We just have to bring it out in each other
