One night I had a dream
As I walked along a red seashore
A sea of the dying
In likes with the crying, a demons' galore
I turned and looked right behind me
And saw something that wasn't there before
Like a television screen
Showing a girll, truly one of a kind
It took a moment for me to realize
It was my own life playing in front of my eyes
I saw the things I had done
How truly fucked up I had become
I mutter the words "I fed the wrong one"
Thinking back on the story of two wolves
Told by an old indian man to his son
For it seemed to be the bad wolf in me who won
The good one probably starved to death
And as if that weren't enough
There were now two sets of hooveprints in the sand
Of fucking course-that's about right
I've become a damn horse...