The Arcadian Wild - Wolves of the revolution

There was^Dm blood in the air I was ^Con all fou^A#rs, screaming ^Dmlife isn't fai^A#r ^CBreak down these^A# walls As our marksmen ^Dm7hit their ^Cmark ^Dm And the ^Gmcloaks ^Dmof justice are only ^Ccloaks after a^Gmll

Born young and ^A#wild ^{C Gm}Don't let them cut your ^A#tail ^C Just a ^Gmpinch of salt in the ^A#wound, you'll be f^Cine ^{F Gm}One last lifeline, I'm ^A#hanging h^Cigh

^GmStay awake, oh, from the ^A#wolves you run, barefoot With their ^Clibellous, venomous words they^Gm shoot ^{G Gm}Pulled and panicked, the door is locked You're ^A#trapped inside of your own heart It's a ^Cspectators sport, just ^Gmplay your part

^GmBorn young and ^A#wild ^{C Gm}Don't let them cut your ^A#tail ^{C F} Just a ^Gmpinch of salt in the ^A#wound, you'll be ^Cfine ^GOne last lifeline, I'm ^A#hanging hi^Cgh