Sangtekster:
Cave In Creative Eclipses

We are here, we were there, We are nearing people everywhere we go. People catching in their hands The ashes of the Marlboro man. Burn them down, burn

Ill show you a trick with ants when the suns high in the sky we can burn them up to crisy black shells see them crunched by old slow slick snails light

(Instrumental)