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 wolves thrive
Our bad wolves thrive

Salacious and insatiable
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
Bad wolves thrive