turn my focus from you
played me for the puppetman
told you and i told you
just how i felt
not to hear your stories
and watch you walk
now another gets my attention
my wolfen desire
so under blackened skies we'll go
to the graveyard
to desecrate the head stones in both of our lives
the full moon is over
and the new moon has begun
it could have been you but you would not give blood
what right what sacrifice
can be judged and accepted by the celestial gods of our ancestors