The pagan rites of the wild bunch they stare at me from afar  Pointing the finger of evidence as I rage in my car  I drive around the city looking for victims to use  I drag them down with me in my world of self abuse  Silver tongued black witches who try to steel my soul as I sleep  They are thwarted by my strength of deception  That I've inherited from the meek  But somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call  And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call  My etiquette was left dying at the door  The prozac haze that she swam through merely crashed out on the floor  Her eyes took the subway where the train of confusion caught her soul  It rode her to the edge of time and then it let her go  And somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call  And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call