It's like all the wolves are on the lookout for ghosts,

  Lord knows we’re all dreaming,

  But if there’s a hint of it,

  That you’re not the person you’re possessing,

  Is it something unnatural,

  Outside the realm of humanity,

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  The wolves don’t hesitate,

  They'll lunge at the fruit,

  Lord knows you wanted to be eaten,

  Ruthless and without question,

  The abyss depths go deep,

  Everything under the night,

  When the heavens ask a question,

  Stuck in a hospital ward with such lovely nurses,

  They called it one shot, the wolves wonder if you make it,

  For any stragglers, pierced fruit for each struggling worm,

  Your father has all the keys, and so much can fit in a jar,

  If you don’t make it past the demarcation point,

  Study and do your homework,

  If you don’t, so much can happen, and the wolves wait to feast,

  The hierarchy of the heavens, and the lives god dares to live,

  So much in the realm of dreams…