we make the song in the night
We kill the deer that are weak
But don't hate us because this is how we live
Running away from the man with the gun
killing to feed our young
howling to find another
You might think we are beast
But that is what you are
We die each day in your hands
Fear us if you may
But let us live our life
and you can do the same
Without our blood
in your hands
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