Feeding The Wolves is a song I wrote intentionally not about anorexia or eating disorders, which was later adapted into my song about anorexia recovery, The Animal Inside.

The two track Feeding The Wolves EP, including an instrumental, is available for download on my Bandcamp page only:
elysiansoul.bandcamp.com/album/feeding-the-wolves

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Lyrics:

In the paling of the dawn, feel the hum of the earth,
Slipping down through your fingers, in a phantom rebirth,
We're the dust of the moon, as we scream to the sky,
You let your life pass you by.
Have you ever wondered why, so defensive am I,
You patronise me, while your throat it runs dry,
Red raw and ripe, hear the prowling of thunder,
And the hunger for blood in our eyes.

You can fall to your knees, you can pray all you like,
'Cause I'll prey on you dear, never know when I'll strike,
There's a storm in my eyes, and we're feverishly howling
And hunting as one, as we lust for demise.
Don't you know better to be feeding the wolves?
A primal sensation, defensively done,
A lacklustre lifetime, this time it's the right time
To glare down the barrel of the gun,
Sense your fate on the air as we run.

Tearing flesh from the bone, skinning me from my hide,
We'll set fire in the snow, burn the shards of the ice,
Harrowing disguise, you were never my friend,
And no longer shall I contend, with you
I can bear all the cold, no you'll never hear me whine,
I can do as I'm told, a domestic canine,
But soon I'll be a wolf, and I'm burning with hellfire,
Locking jaws for the very last time.

You can fall to your knees, you can pray all you like,
'Cause I'll prey on you dear, never know when I'll strike,
There's a storm in my eyes, and we're feverishly howling
And hunting as one, as we lust for demise.
Don't you know better to be feeding the wolves?
A primal sensation, defensively done,
A lacklustre lifetime, this time it's the right time
To glare down the barrel of the gun.

You can fall to your knees, you can pray all you like,
'Cause I'll prey on you dear, never know when I'll strike,
There's a storm in my eyes, and we're feverishly howling
And hunting as one, as we lust for demise.
Don't you know better to be feeding the wolves?
A primal sensation, defensively done,
A lacklustre lifetime, this time it's the right time
To glare down the barrel of the gun.

Don't you know better to be feeding me lies?
A primal sensation, it's you I despise,
A lacklustre lifetime, and oh, how it's my time
To scream my contempt with my eyes.

You know, you know better,
To be feeding the wolves.
You know, you know better,
To be feeding the wolves.