Wildlife Songtext
von Converge

In a world of life with hunting
Not for all but the high
The warm and bold are the cowards
That we left behind
And you learn as well with the guilt
Of the wasted time
What does it say about the ones
Who never even tried?

Under constant pressure
Darkness in the rough
Only way to light it
Fighting through the dark
Born into such a cruel, cruel world
Survival can be such a cruel, cruel curse


Past of intentions once were hard to see
With our essential purpose outside the dream
And a world we saw no more but still would see
There may not be answers to the reason we bleed

Under constant pressure
Darkness in the rough
Only way to light it
Fighting through the dark
Born into such a cruel, cruel world
Survival can be such a cruel, cruel curse

Preciously violent
Beauty of our rest
Preciously violent
Beauty of our rest

Born into such a cruel, cruel world
Survival can be such a cruel, cruel curse
Born into such a cruel, cruel world
Survival can be such a cruel, cruel curse