As howling shadows glaring in the dark Are all the thoughts here, hiding in my mind And wheter they will do or do not mark They simply just adjust to what is lined And I'm not sure yet what I mean to say But maybe it's a sign of what's inside I speak of things that are or aren't okay: the paths that all the wolves have tried 'Cause good and bad are hard to tell apart But maybe it's a change if I'd just start