Because it's darker than death and your guys up and left me out here
to freeze.  And this forest plays its tricks so I treat it with respect.
I threw my garbage in a skip, I buttoned up my anorak.  I shuffled soft
shoe.  I washed...you could look me in the teeth and comb your hair.
Choked by the quicksand, kicked from the branch of this tree...Now, I'm
free