Views from the spectrum are grim and beyond askew
Our good wolves are dead and the keepers have fled the zoo
Cracks in the prism, our mission, now touch and go
Glutinous and deviant, the pigs have obscured the view
Our bad wolves thrive
Our bad wolves thrive
Bad actors all that remain on the stage and station
Boisterous conductors, they echo without within
Plea to the void, to the gods that I don’t believe in
I now believe that we live in a simulation
Our bad wolvеs thrive
Our bad wolves thrive
Salacious and insatiablе
Salacious and insatiable
Salacious and insatiable
Salacious and
Our bad wolves thrive
Our bad wolves thrive
Views from the spectrum are grim and beyond askew
Our good wolves are dead and the keepers have fled the zoo
Our bad wolves thrive
Our bad wolves thrive
Our simulation echoes to the void
Our bad wolves thrive
Now, simulation, [?]
Bad wolf thrive