Testo di Grudge Against The Epitaph

The wolves were thinning in skins Sheep had known they were living in. The wolves were thinning in skins, Hunger coming to know them again I don’t fucking believe this. I just want to go home. You were supposed to feed me. Just leave me alone. I’m falling to dust. There’s nothing I can do. Sleep under dunes Song of terrapin shell Lined with the tinder moss A craft of living coal