Testo Fate

Do they the stones know that they stand so solid,
or that when skipped into the sea they'll fall straight down to the bottom?
From the winters of New England under a frost bitten truth,
while you'll feel the cold, the cold will never feel you.
I never know where I'm going, but I know where I've been,
done scraping from the bottom going to take what I can.
I never know where I'm going, but I know where I've been,
how can you start over if you're not at the end? Get the rats off this sinking fucking ship.
We're wolves in the forest, you're all fucking sheep.
We're terror imagined, you're the blood in our teeth.
We are the wolves in the forest, you are the blood in our teeth.