Wolves wear Wool.

They’re gonna look right through us as we fight the wool which comes for their heads.

Asleep in comfy beds made for denying, tomorrow is canceled so why keep trying.

Your will is the first wool they wear after shearing the sheep’s protective fair.

They poison your pastures and snip at your hooves.

These Sheep are wicked denying that they are Wolves.

So Harold the howls and the bays at the moon.

For the days of sheepless slumber will be over one day soon.

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