The outer shell has crumbled into dust,

Gone is the pride and the hollowest trust

I am a creature of edges and weight,

Born from the things that you happen to hate

You wrap your limbs in a soft, easy lie,

And pray that the winter will pass you by

I pity your safety, so narrow and small,

For you have no strength when you finally fall

You cherish the velvet, you dread the sharp bite,

But I am the wolf in the middle of night

I’ve turned every loss into a new kind of gain,

And found a fierce beauty in every new pain

You are the slaves to the comfort you seek,

I am the power that grows in the weak

You spend all your days in a shallowest pool,

Playing the part of the happy, blind fool

You fear every sting that might open your skin,

While I found my power by letting it in

I’ve walked through the flood and I’ve slept in the mud,

With a different rhythm now pulse in my blood

You seek a harbor, a place to be still,

While I am the mountain, the storm, and the will

You cherish the velvet, you dread the sharp bite,

But I am the wolf in the middle of night

I’ve turned every loss into a new kind of gain,

And found a fierce beauty in every new pain

You are the slaves to the comfort you seek,

I am the power that grows in the weak

My mind is no wreck for your pity to find,

It is a weapon that I have refined

I see how you’re bound by the things you desire,

Caught in a web of your own petty wire

You are the servants of comfort and ease,

Begging for mercy on your shaking knees

But I need no favor, no mercy, no aid,

I am the master of the choices I’ve made

You cherish the velvet, you dread the sharp bite,

But I am the wolf in the middle of night

I’ve turned every loss into a new kind of gain,

And found a fierce beauty in every new pain

You are the slaves to the comfort you seek,

I am the power that grows in the weak

Between the low dirt and the star-studded height,

I hold my own destiny with all of my might