歌詞: Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. They Smeared Shit On Their Skin So They Could Blend In At Night.

The smeared shit on their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling.
I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots.
Years of degeneration.
The hell of a cold world surrounded by starving wolves.
She sleeps soundly in our cave while I try to dig my way out of it.
Trapped on the inside of my soft spots.