i keep my pistol under my pillow and a rifle beside my bed i don t keep it loaded for self defense just one bullet for my own head i keep a monster inside of my chest but i dont let him fool me and he don t let me rest i keep him caged in the prison of my pain should have never let them take me i m haunted im haunted by the wendigo his skin is leather his fur is course and grey and his snarl is full of hate his heart is burning coal his veins are pumped with smoke and his hunger s always burning i m in the furnace flame beneath his matted mane should have never let them take me wendigo takes control of my bones like a puppeteer s hand it comes through my neck and pulls my spine like a marionette with a taste for blood and a fire in his gut that s the curse of the wendigo wendigo wendigo wendigo i m haunted i m haunted  wendigo takes control of my bones like a puppeteer s hand it comes up through my neck and pulls my spine like a marionette with a taste for blood and a fire in his gut thats the curse of the wendigo wendigo takes control like a puppeteers hand it comes up through my neck and pulls my spine like a marionette with a taste for blood and a fire in his gut that s the curse of the wendigo wendigo wendigo wendigo