Wolfbrigade. Dogmas Corrode. Zeneszám

The salts of life
Bites and expose
Etch a bleeding hole
Where dogmas corrode

A sting of poison
A moral clash
In the outlines of the soul
Let dogmas corrode

Burning neon
Lonesome fear
Feel that mordant erode
How dogmas corrose

Social phases
Dirty and mean
External ocus of control
Let dogmas corrode