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 ...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 ...
... 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
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