The Wild Ones

Schrodinger's Box am I living or dead without holes for air

Check in to see poke and prod me while my bodies still lying there

Rattle my cage just to draw me out you're leading me with rancid bait

The bait and switch on the need to feed me poison so we kiss and mate

She always seeks out danger like a moth to a flame

She loves me now she wants me to change

But you can't tame the wild ones

One day you'll come to see me release the beast within me

No more scratching your door

I know your proud about it there ain't no doubt about it