Текст песни Dust Heaven - Instincts

Night, floors, intersections
Moving nostrils sniffing the air
I steal on a dark alley
I'm doing what I can.
The shadows blend into the mountain
Predators lurk in burrows
In the hole, and each one there
And I obey your instincts.

Smells, sounds, I served
And do not let go, a fill
All slots in which I flowed
The tunnels, which I run away.
The voice was hoarse and stronger wind
The nails become stronger, scratch the skin
So much nicer it
Now you will feel, too.

The streets become empty
I run, forgetting your name
Without going back to new countries,
Not believing bruises and wounds.
The mountains are steeper
Shadow merge into the clouds
I do not believe the fragments and pieces of ice
And I trust my instincts.

Smells, sounds, I served
And do not let go, a fill
All slots in which I flowed
The tunnels, which I run away.
The voice was hoarse and stronger wind
The nails become stronger, scratch the skin
So much nicer it
Now you will feel, too.