[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in already mid-thought, urgent]
There's a list of names floating around
There's a new wolf every week
There's a fresh alarm by morning
And the watchmen don't sleep

[Verse 1 - rapid-fire, half-spoken, decades-with-technologies catalog]
In the eighties they had pamphlets
Mimeographed in church basements
Names of the men who'd lead you astray
In the nineties they had talk radio
Three hours of names
Three hours of who not to trust
In the two-thousands they had blogs
The discernment ministry circuit
Comment sections building lists of the lost
Two thousand ten they had YouTube
Two-hour videos with the receipts
Two-hour videos calling the wolf
Two thousand twenty they had podcasts
Substacks
Twitter accounts
Every man a watchman
Every man with the alarm

[Pre-Chorus - tension grinding up, organ ghosting in]
And the list keeps growing
And the names keep changing
And the watchmen keep watching
And the sheep keep getting smaller
And the wolves keep getting bigger
And the network keeps the names alive

[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens, title chanted by stacked vocals]
Wolves, wolves, wolves
Every preacher I respect is on a list somewhere
Wolves, wolves, wolves
Every name I love came up on the alarm
The discernment industry never sleeps
Every generation finds a new threat to name
And the watchmen feed
The watchmen feed

[Verse 2 - rapid-fire, sharper, the contrast device, men ON the list vs. men WITH the list]
Calling a wolf is a paying job now
Subscribers want a fresh target every week
The men on the list are mostly preachers
The men with the list are mostly nobody
Forty years of pamphlets
Forty years of YouTube channels
And the only consistent thread
Is that the men calling wolves
Never planted a church
Never raised a family
Never preached to a pew of broken people
Never did the work the wolves were doing
They were never in the field
They were always in the watchtower
With the binoculars
And the camera
And the brand

[Pre-Chorus]
And the list keeps growing
And the names keep changing
And the watchmen keep watching
And the sheep keep getting smaller
And the wolves keep getting bigger
And the network keeps the names alive

[Chorus]
Wolves, wolves, wolves
Every preacher I respect is on a list somewhere
Wolves, wolves, wolves
Every name I love came up on the alarm
The discernment industry never sleeps
Every generation finds a new threat to name
And the watchmen feed
The watchmen feed

[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, direct gospel inversion]
Christ never called the prophets wolves
Christ called the gatekeepers wolves
The men in sheep's clothing
Were inside the gate
Not outside it
The men Christ named whitewashed tombs
The men Christ named serpents
Were the watchmen
Were the men with the lists
Were the men with the receipts on the prophets
The shepherds were the wolves
The shepherds were the wolves

[Bridge - sparse, slow, vocal close, drums dropping, organ holding]
Christ drove the watchmen out of the temple
Not the publicans
Not the harlots
Not the men of doubtful name
The watchmen
The pamphleteers
The cataloguers
The discernment-bro
They were the men He cast out
And the men they would have called wolves
Were the men He sat down with

[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, the title chanted, the indictment reversed]
Wolves, wolves, wolves
The men with the lists were the wolves all along
Wolves, wolves, wolves
The watchmen were the men in the wool
The Shepherd was outside the watchtower
The Shepherd was outside the gate
The Shepherd was with the lost
And the alarm was never about the wolves
The alarm was the wolves' own howl

[Outro - widening, vocal stacks, list fading]
Wolves
Wolves
Wolves
The men with the lists were the wolves
The Shepherd was somewhere else
Wolves
Wolves