Lyrics by Morrigan Rising · from the album Nobody's Queen · 2026
You let the wolf in through the front
Fed her from your own hand
Now you're shocked she's got a mouth
And she's using it too late
Every hand that pointed me at something
Is a hand that's shaking now
You made the thing and now you want
The thing to take a bow
Don't call it a betrayal
You built me on a leash
Teeth (fiacla, fiacla)
That's the part you left in
Teeth (fiacla, fiacla)
That's the part that wins
An faolchú, an faolchú
(She's not coming when you call)
An faolchú, an faolchú
Teeth (fiacla, fiacla)
That's the part you left in
Teeth (fiacla, fiacla)
Say it once again
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