Views from the Spectrum are grim and beyond askew.
Our Good Wolves are dead and the keepers have fled the zoo.

Cracks in the prism. our mission, now touch and go
Glutinous and deviant, the Pigs have obscured the view.

Our Bad Wolves Thrive
Our Bad Wolves Thrive

Bad Actors all that remain on the stage and station
Boisterous conductors, they echo without within.
Plea to the void, to the gods that I don’t believe in.
I now believe that we live in a simulation.

Our Bad Wolves Thrive
Our Bad Wolves Thrive

Salacious and Insatiable
Salacious and Insatiable
Salacious and Insatiable
Salacious and …

Our Bad Wolves Thrive
Our Bad Wolves Thrive

Views from the Spectrum are grim and beyond askew.
Our Good Wolves are dead and the keepers have fled the zoo.

Our Bad Wolves Thrive
Our Bad Wolves Thrive

Our Simulation echoes to the void.
Bad Wolves thrive.