Wherewolf Poem by Alien Zoo

Urges strapped me to a chair
Exposure of a thousand
Territorial feelings
Young rooster's words mean nothin'

Hourglass' waiste, seems to be off diet
Romantic delusions, dramatic imagination
Controdicted, obsession hidded under branches
They have it all, my grass is blue

I want them all
yet be happy with what you have
Forests of nymphs
Are experiences lost?

Controdicted, whistle or not
Panflutes, singing songs of passion
of fear and of songs of what I can't have
Oh the lumps, God save me

Hunger came out tonight
Hunger I tried to devide

I'm on a diet while time feast on legs
Too late? Not right? Why do I deny this?

Oh the lumps