He's the wolf screamin' lonely in the night, he's the blood stain on the stage. He's the tear in your eye, been tempted by his lie, he's the knife in your back, he's rage.
“So I'm gone - back to -
my fucking way -
I will not lay down in your shallow grave.
Back to the people
Back to the streets
Aint gonna hang from your Judas tree
I'm gone - my way
Don't wanna hear what you say
”