Lyrics
Same old watchers by the fire
Roaches screeching by your head
Posture's never been a liar
Craving for your mothers smell
Sour bread's soaking in the water
Sparkes of the creeping sand
Hope of underlying fire
Same old creatures under bed
Same old watchers by the fire
Roaches screeching by your head
Posture's never been a liar
Craving for your mothers smell
Sour bread's soaking in the water
Sparkes of the creeping sand
Hope of underlying fire
Same old creatures under bed