Cave Rats - The Jack Wood

Hiding my bare feet.

The noise of sins like waterfall.

Boiling, bleeding.

Boiling, bleeding.

I know you’re watching,

I feel your smell

Of madid wool and

Your dirty fell.

A got a secret

I’ll never tell,

It muddles all my

Long black hair

When the cold night is coming

You creep up to the cave

Where I’m sharpening knives and claws,

All these periapts that you gave.

I feel you’re breathing,

It warms my shell.

Then when I’ll wake up

I’ll hear your nail.

We got a secret

We’ll never tell,

It muddles all my

Long black hair