Wolves Of The Revolution - The Arcadian Wild by Hunter

Comment by sharksugar777

There was blood in the air I was on all fours, screaming, "Life isn't fair" Break down these walls As their marksmen hit their marks And their cloaks of justice are only cloaks, after all Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run barefoot With their libellous venomous words, they shoot Pulled and panicked, the door is locked And you're trapped inside of your own heart It's a spectator sport Just play your part Just play your part Born young and wild And don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high

Comment by 🌊JaxTheSamurai81

Love this song

Comment by inkfox

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Comment by Mary

HOW DOESNT THIS HAVE MORE VIEWS?! THIS IS AMAZING