in wolves clothes

May 12, 2008 - 16:05 PM PST

its a 'he said, she said' battle of wills
with no rules, no gull, and looks that kill
phone-tag, fairytales, accusations flying 'round
no matter what the truth is, it all comes down
to who's telling their stories, covering their own
when the pack sets their sights, and there's one left alone
will no one stand up and try to make things right
or is there fear that caged tempers may ignite
cause confrontation's an uncomfortable thing
with all the wicked truths it tends to bring
exposure of the lion, the lamb, the snake in our midst
should the valiant be sent to mend with their fists
while the culprit sits high on his thrown of thorns
completely immune to warranted scorn
while the blissfully ignorant go on with their lives
oblivious to the great secret he hides
while the lamb, unaware, is sent to the pack
stumbling blindly with knives in its back
equip with no tools to deal with this fate
to face all alone, this walk through hell's gate