She says she wants an animal;
She wants that Flow Wolf.
Full moon out,
Shining down on your back porch.
All the villagers,
Brought a torch and a pitchfork.
They’re yelling “Flow Wolf!”
And they’re yelling it backwards.
Grab my hand,
And meet me in the back woods.
Fangs hungover,
And my girl is in a red hood.
Red is what she’s writing,
While we’re under a tree.
She looks up at the moon,
Then she looks back at me.
She says, “You’re not a man!
You’re a goddamn beast!”,
All she sees is teeth,
But not the heart underneath.
She separates the blade
From the blood stained sheath.
She says, “Back the fuck up, get the Hell away from me!”
“You’re not the same man
That I thought you were!”,
But I really am the same
Beneath the fangs and the fur.
This is what happens
When you live in the dark.
Your eyes and the skies,
They can’t tell them apart.
They say I’m a monster;
A killer of the arts.
A full werewolf,
Not a dog in the park.
Man to beast;
Wolf with the flow.
The moon doesn’t shine,
The moon forever glows.