He is running wild amok
through the streets filled with smoke
the people whom he have slain
only for his own gain
now he is being slain in the spirit
choking in his own vomit
The streets are falling short
for the feets that ruled them once
The hare has gone amok
he is charging for havoc
he got no time to wait
no time to wait for spring
the hounds that he unleashed
they killed those who were unsullied
now they are hiding in the warrens
chased on by the hares
He spilled the bloods of just
that was his only lust
he owned the nights
now he may see no lights
the day cheated on him like a slut
while he was in his rut
The drain that fathered him
got the best of him
the ditch that he was born
now got filled with his own blood
he who comes from what
he has to go back to that
