Scotch mist (is) flowing over the rocks 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
The Jack Wood (Томск-Москва, гран-при моск. фест. Индюшата, уч. фест. в Гластонберри!!, Англия, гараж. блюз-рок, прото-панк, пост-грандж, с 2011) - Cave Rats (0)