Testo Raised By Wolves

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.