Bob Dominator - My Wolf

My wolf is pacing my ribs.
Scratching the lock in my throat.
Moon in the window.
Pain got me shaking
Got me woke
It knows my old weak spots.
It smells the fear on my skin.
Every time
I turn my back, it starts as a run again
I tried to feed it.
I tried defeated dust, but the teeth in my own shadow
Keep biting what
I trust