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Out in the howling wind,
I feel all Hell breaking
Down in the pouring rain,
I hear the bells ringing
Don't let the fire go out
Life ain't a state of Grace.
It's a razor blade
We are raised by wolves
And the moon is full
We're raised by wolves
We are the sum
Of all of our mistakes
It's hard to break the cycle
If the unknown takes its place
We feel guilt for doing wrong
We feel guilt for doing right
My teeth get sharper
As I run through the night.
Don't let the fire go out
Life ain't a state of Grace.
It's a razor blade
We are raised by wolves
And the moon is full
We're raised by wolves
Writer(s): Bryan Joseph Maher, Ferdinand Canalos, Juan Manuel Orellana, Lee Nelson
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