The fact of the matter is
That I’m a shitty defensive fighter
But take what you want today
You’ll pay with your life tomorrow

My skills in the moment are less than stellar
Give me a minute to plan
And your world will burn
I’ve been called a dark angel
And that may be for I’ve certainly fallen

They say that it’s all in the wolf you feed
Anger or peace
But instead make of them friends
And control their leash

I’ve no hair trigger to unleash on command
But give me a day
And let cold suffuse all
I’ll hunt to the ends of the earth
And bright angels will weep
At the sight of your fall