(Em)Em B The pagan rites of the wild bunch they stare at me from afarAm Em Pointing the finger of evidence as I rage in my carAm B I drive around the city looking for victims to useAm Em I drag them down with me in my world of self abuseEm B Silver tongued black witches who try to steel my soul as I sleepAm They are thwarted by my strength of deceptionEm That I've inherited from the meekC Em But somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves callC Em Am Em Am Em And somewhere north of darkness I hear her callEm B My etiquette was left dying at the doorAm Em The prozac haze that she swam through merely crashed out on the floorEm B Her eyes took the subway where the train of confusion caught her soulAm Em It rode her to the edge of time and then it let her goC Em And somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves callC Em Am Em Am Em Am Em And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call
North Of Darkness
Tyla and The Dogs Damour
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