Must've hit my head or something, I woke up on the ground. Naked and with blood under my nails.

I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this.

Picked up my feet, started walking with the trees as my guide; remembering that moss only grows on the North side (I think). I was ravening, so hungry when I found meat on the ground, I couldn't help myself. It looked just like steak.

Picked it up, dusted it off, and tucked in with the blood dripping down my neck. I'mona get out of this, I'mona get myself together, I'mona find my way back to civilization. Civilization.

And then, and then, I remembered some crazy dream; I was the king of the wolves, and the woods were bright with moonlight and with blood. And with the blood on my lips, so came these words,
'I won't end up eating people, I won't end up being one of them.'

I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this.

As I walked on through the woods, I came upon a road finally and this car in a ditch and this girl, messed up pretty bad. She said,
'Oh my god, oh my god. Did that thing... did that thing come after you too? Where are your clothes?'

And I said,
'Must've hit my head or something; I woke up on the ground, naked and with blood under my nails. But don't worry, we can get out of this, we can get out of this.'

But as I came close, reached out my hand, 'Oh my god,' she said, 'what is wrong with your eyes? Yellow. Feral.'

I reached out my hand but the pain was like a hive of bees. She had silver chains around her wrist. She had silver chains around her wrist. And I said.
'Are we not men? Or are we beasts pretending to be king? I'm not a man, I am a wolf, pretending to be a man.'

I'mon get outta this the next time the moon sets me free and never look back, and never look back. I'mon get outta this skin. I'mon get outta this skin. I'mon get outta this skin. I'mon get outta this.