two black wolves chase a whitetail through the snow
into a ring fence, there’s nowhere left to go
for purity and industry
for the gathering dust on aspen leaves
i’m watching wolves chase a whitetail through the snow
and you won’t know when evil comes
evil looks just like anyone
and i blame
i blame
i blame anyone but me
if you let them burn books you’ll let them burn bodies
the man with the match could be anybody
a uniform changes something inside
holding a gun makes you feel so alive
and everyone else is doing it too
-it’s alright
and you won’t know when evil comes
evil looks just like anyone
and i blame
i blame
i blame anyone but me