Lycanthropy

i can feel a pull from the outside world a lonely shadow in the moonlit night i can feel a pull from the outside world a lonely shadow in the moonlit night i can feel a pull from the outside world please pull me up, with the oceans music is seen, colors are heard a dark vision, of senses is this tasting the world? to ruin, the illusion is this primal, or futile? is this instinct, or evil? is this right, or wrong? i can feel a change yes i can feel a change inside me, inside you and i can feel a change yes i can feel a change inside me, inside you gnash's through, each stranger, in the night your eyes will, be opened it will be too bright to see reality when i wake up, in the morning the taste lingers on my lips a love lost a lovers breath whats best for me tonight, is to let my coat fill in a swift killer at each bite people change when the pleasure starts to spoil to my touch vivid colors appear dark visions it was all too bright to see reality what if this is all there is? so sad to hear oblivious to the obvious thats you, thats you a love lost a lovers breath whats best for me tonight, is to let my coat fill in i'll be on my way in flight