clinging to the trees of a - they smeared shit on their skin so they could blend in at night lyrics

the smeared sh-t 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 h-ll 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.