In the shadows, there's a fox on the run,
Dancing through the woods, beneath the fading sun.
Eyes so clever, they know how to deceive,
A mirror of mankind, in what we believe.

We wear our masks, just like the fox in the night,
Hiding our truths, keeping secrets so tight.
But when the dawn breaks, and we're left all alone,
We wonder if the lies are what we've truly sown.

Oh, we are the fox, slipping through the haze,
Running from the truth in this endless maze.
We speak in riddles, hide in disguise,
But like the fox, we can't escape the skies.

The fox is cunning, never caught in the snare,
Moving with grace, like it just doesn't care.
But deep down inside, there's fear in its heart,
Just like us all, playing our part.

We chase our shadows, just like the fox's game,
Trying to win, but it all feels the same.
In a world full of hunters, we sharpen our claws,
But the truth always finds us, no matter the cause.

Oh, we are the fox, slipping through the haze,
Running from the truth in this endless maze.
We speak in riddles, hide in disguise,
But like the fox, we can't escape the skies.

So sly, so bold, but so fragile inside,
We run, we hide, but there's nowhere to bide.
The fox and the human, not so far apart,
Both chasing dreams, both guarding the heart.

Oh, we are the fox, slipping through the haze,
Running from the truth in this endless maze.
We speak in riddles, hide in disguise,
But like the fox, we can't escape the skies.

In the end, we're all just running wild,
Foxes in the forest, lost and beguiled.
Seeking for something, but never quite found,
The whispers of the fox, in us, they resound.