Bound By the Moon - DevilDriver

Brothers and Sisters

The Lord’s taking his own sweet time

Without rhyme or reason, the failure is not thine

Like wolves to a virgin, the intention is made clear

At war with ourselves — At war with the odds

At odds with the fear — Hard time will bring you

Way, way down — And all of this running

It’s gonna be the death of me…

When they ask you about this

Tell them I was…

Running in the company of wolves

It’s the company we keep

Brotherhood — Bound by the Moon!

Went to the well

But the goddamn thing was dry today

I spent all of my life, running from suicide

Is it the fucking fool

That keeps on chasing the dream?

A dream that cannot fail — So proudly, we hail!

And we shall roam

And the wolf fucking fucked her

Lay, as she lay bleeding on the moors

…Bleeding on the moors

… …Brotherhood of wolves