Craft of the Bite

Crafting your lies

while cutting your ties

a devil some will call you,

but who really knows you?

We will bite down

onto your flesh,

so know that the Pack who bites

was in a simple delight.

You see my tricks

and you pick up your stick,

you'll swing and you'll miss

maybe I just wanted to lick?

We will bite and rip,

tear chunks from your skin

all in the name of our kin.

Know that the pack who bites

has you in sight.

You're an angel sent from hell

taunting me when I fail,

laughing like a fool,

don't you know I'm not a tool?

So we'll bite and crush

all of your bones

for the safety of our sons alone.

Know that the Pack who bites

was here all night.