Here and we wait. And it's not night that's grit in our teeth but hunger.And it's not your shiny throat that we eye with these notions, but what you
represent. And to say that it's fowl breath and a full moon that puts the
blood into my heart and my heart pounding against my chest is to ignore every-
thing that's happened since the first pup clawed at the ground and cursed the
you with the spit in our eyes. When we were the flame, when we were misjudged
for painting the scream. Destroying can be renewal too, and I've
plenty of damage to do. Just remember that if you come to play. For some of us
it's not a game, just how you've made us.