It’s dry, it’s dusty, the nights are long and cold.
\nYour life is like a desert, you’re scared of growing old.
\nYou can hear the clock ticking like a hammer on a stone,
\nremember this – you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone.<\/p>\n
Come on! Can you hear it?
\nThe call of the wild.
\nStand up now and fight back,
\nwipe off their plastic smiles.<\/p>\n
You crawled out of the ocean, your pulse was slow and weak.
\nGot up on your two legs, put on clothes and learned to speak.
\nEnded up abandoned in a place that they call „home“.
\nRemember this – you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone.<\/p>\n
Come on! Can you hear it?
\nThe call of the wild.
\nStand up now and fight back,
\nwipe off their plastic smiles.
\nWhy listen to the losers who still treat you like a child?
\nBetter find another station,
\ntune in to the call of wild,
\nthe call of wild.<\/p>\n
They’ll tell you that they love you, like a spider loves a fly.
\nPromise you you’re safe but never look you in the eye.
\nManipulated, regulated, crippled and controlled,
\nremember this – you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone.<\/p>\n
Come on! Can you hear it?
\nThe call of the wild.
\nStand up and fight back
\nand kill their plastic smiles.
\nWhy listen to the losers who still treat you like a child?
\nTune in to the call of the wild,
\ncall of the wild.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s dry, it’s dusty, the nights are long and cold. Your life is like a desert, you’re scared of growing old. You can hear the clock ticking like a hammer on a stone, remember this – you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone. Come on! Can you hear it? The call of the … <\/p>\n