The fox

Looking out through ice cold eyes
Anxious waiting while the moon starts to rise
Shadows growing
He's getting by taking lives
And through the loss of other kinds
Just taking all he can find and never spare anyone

No excuses
Cleaning yesterday's blood
Remains from the corps in the mud
Evading the setting sun

Sufficiently but never enough
Even with his final breath
He'll chase one last death

His rusty suit is showing cracks
Just like his broken shield of ideals
Memory's fading
Missing the time he was the one
He turns his back and starts to run
Evading the setting sun

Sufficiently but never enough
Even with his final breath
He'll chase one last death

Sufficiently but never enough
Even with his final breath
He'll chase one last death