I hear them calling out to me
I see them waving me on
Beckoning me, summoning me towards
It’s the call of the wild
It’s pulling me forward

I hear them, I see them
But I hesitate to answer the call
I’ve been tainted with the mark
The mark of the wild, the mark of the feral
Am I man or am I animal?

I hear them calling out to me
Drawing me close
They’re summoning me as if I’m one of their own
Part of the den, part of the brood
“One of us, one of us,” they chant
Am I animal or am I man?

It’s the call of the wild
On my own, in a world of my own creation
I am hermit in my natural habitat
On my own, I’ve been so alone
On my own, on my own
Am I man or am I animal? 

“One of us, one of us,” they chant
“No,” I yell back. “No. Not one of you. I’m my own.”
I’m my own, but oh so alone
I hear them calling out to me
I see them waving me on
Beckoning me, summoning me towards
It’s the call of the wild
Am I animal or am I man?

A hermit in his natural habitat
On my own and oh so alone
“One of us, one of us,” they chant
“Come to us, come to us,” they summon
I’m my own, I’m my own
I’m my own but oh so alone

“One of us, one of us,” they chant
It’s the mark of the wild, the mark of the feral
Human no longer
Animal, beast, monster
I’ve become one of them
I’m right where I belong